"Daddy!"
Xiǎo Shítou’s voice was bright and crisp. He waddled toward Fù Chǔ with the unsteady gait of a toddler still learning his balance. Fù Chǔ stood straight as a pine, his expression unchanged even after the boy gripped his leg tightly.
"Who are you trying to impress with that stoic face? The child is already hugging you—hurry up and pick him up!" Lady Níngyuǎnhóu felt like giving Fù Chǔ a slap; her adorable grandson had lunged at him, yet Fù Chǔ remained completely indifferent. A little bending wouldn't kill him.
Chapter 633