For Xiao Ayuan and his father, today would be the most dangerous day of all.
Because all the capable bodyguards were away, and Nie Zhao, having made no arrangements for work, was simply staying in the guest suite.
The little one was growing at a visible rate and becoming increasingly mischievous. He wanted to play horsey, he wanted to go on the swing, and he wanted to ride on his father’s shoulders to reach the ceiling. While his wife was busy getting dressed, Nie Zhao hoisted his son up, looking utterly defeated as he accompanied the boy in exploring the bare ceiling. The little guy’s drool dripped right into his father’s hair.
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