C215 Probably Not His Own Son

Yan Wushu carried the small ball on his shoulder and walked out. Yan Yiming was locked up, and other than kicking, there was nothing else he could do. Of course, no matter how much he kicked, the chances of him getting kicked by his father wasn't high.

Si Qi crossed his arms and leaned against the wall in a lazy posture. He had been standing there for a while