I Become A Burdensome Child After Transmigrating

His current expression was completely different from his nonchalant appearance from just a moment ago.

He stood alone under the grape trellis, his tall figure looking a little lonely. Although he did not say a word, the audience could feel his emotions strongly.

"Wuwuwu, my heart aches for Little Ye. Little Ye can't accept his father becoming old, right? He's just too embarrassed to say it out loud."

"Little Ye is a tsundere who doesn't mean what he says. Actually, he loves his father very much!"

"Those haters who said that he treated Han Xiao badly, shut up. Little Ye might be much more filial than you."

"What should I do if I feel like crying again? I really can't bear to see such an arrogant young man sad…"

"Little Ye, you have to say it out loud. Don't argue with Best Actor anymore. Bravely tell him what you're thinking!"

The audience hoped that the father and son could understand each other, and Han Xiao did not disappoint them. After removing his makeup, he walked out of the room. When he saw his silly boy standing there alone, it was obvious to him that the young man was trying to calm himself down. The actor's heart softened, and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly as he walked toward Han Sye.

The comments exploded again. "Oh my god, oh my god! Best Actor Han's smile is killing me! It's really… loving!"

"This is the first time I've seen him like this when he's facing Little Ye!"

"Actually, Best Actor Han also loves Little Ye very much. It's just that both father and son are not good at expressing themselves."

"It's better to express it. If you don't say it, how will the other party know that you love him?"

Han Xiao walked to Han Siye's side and said with a smile, "What are you doing here? Are you facing the wall to reflect? There's no need. Dad forgives you."

Han Siye acted as if he had done something wrong and was caught red-handed. He quickly turned his head to the side to prevent his father from seeing the expression on his face.

However, the camera caught it.

Han Siye's eyes were clearly red. Although it was very faint, it could not escape the audience's eyes.

Such a genuine expression was often more moving than the script.

Especially for Han Siye, who was usually unruly and looked down on everyone. He had a sensitive and fragile side. This visual and mental impact made many of the audience's eyes turn red.

Han Siye stubbornly said, "Who's overthinking? Do I need your forgiveness?"

Han Xiao smiled again. "Alright, it's getting late. Don't stay here in the cold wind. It's time to go back and sleep. Daddy has already made your bed for you. Of course, if you want to sleep beside me tonight to improve our father-son relationship, that's fine too."

Han Siye's emotions had calmed down a lot. He disdainfully glanced at his father. "Who wants to sleep with you? Is it appropriate for two grown men to sleep together? How disrespectful."

Han Xiao glared at him. "Rascal, don't you know how to use words? I'm your father. What's wrong with sleeping together? I wonder who cried and begged to sleep with me when we were young."

"It was definitely not me," Han Siye said confidently as he followed Han Xiao into the house.

When it was time to rest, he clearly said that he wouldn't sleep with his father, but in the end, he naturally lay in bed and childishly snatched the blanket from Han Xiao.

Han Xiao glared at him several times in exasperation, but did not snatch the blanket back. He even reached out to tuck his son in.

Perhaps it was because the scene of Han Xiao not having a blanket was too pitiful, so Han Siye was kind enough to give him half of it. The father and son went to bed just like that.

However, Han Xiao did not fall asleep even after Han Siye fell asleep. Instead, he studied his son under the moonlight outside the window with a deep gaze.