Jeremy Thompson coldly glanced at his son, who hadn't moved, "Are you going to take off your clothes by yourself, or should I help you?"
"I'll do it myself," Xaviar stepped back in fright and hurriedly began to undress, but he couldn't help muttering to himself that his dad was too strange today, insisting on helping him take a bath for the very first time in history.
Xaviar had played at "Naughty Castle" all afternoon, and his body was dirty early on. Jeremy Thompson properly filled the bathtub with water and then picked him up into it.
"Wow, so many bubbles," Xaviar slapped at the bubbles, looking at Jeremy crouching by the bathtub, "Dad, what do you want to talk about?"
"Dad, what do you want to talk about?"
"You don't know what I want to talk about?" Jeremy Thompson raised his eyebrows, looking at his son embraced by the bubbles in the bathtub, "What did you tell me when we returned from the golf course? Don't you remember?"
