Marrying The Mafia Boss

"Stop running around! I'm exhausted chasing after you, Quiy!" I scolded my child. Seriously, he's so hyperactive. It's like he's a worm sprinkled with salt.

He's only three years old, but I feel like I won't even make it to his college years because right now, I already feel like giving up. I wanted this, so I guess all I can say is... just bear with it!

Instead of listening to me, he became even more aggressive. I might as well carry him in a basket just to keep him quiet.