The silent contest unfolded imperceptibly.
Ji Weitian held her son, completely unaware that anything was amiss, until the little fellow suddenly leaned against her shoulder, whispering softly.
"Mommy, they're so childish."
Ji Weitian: "???"
Which "they"? Who's childish?
Qin Nanyu and Leng Jian seemed to hear the little one's murmur, both stunned for a moment, then simultaneously let go of their hands.
Qin Nanyu reached out to take Little Glutinous Rice Dumpling from Leng Jian's arms but was rejected.
Little Glutinous Rice Dumpling clung reluctantly to Leng Jian's neck, tilting her little head as she appeased him, "Daddy, you go play by yourself; I haven't seen Uncle Leng in so long, I want to hug him a bit more."
Qin Nanyu: "..." !!!
Not only did Qin Nanyu's face darken, but his chest also ached.
His treasured child, whom he had coddled and pampered, was snatched away in the blink of an eye by an Uncle Leng who popped out of nowhere!
