Douya looked up and glanced at Xu Zijin, noticing that although his face was stern, his expression remained gentle.
The little guy pursed his lips, and after a while, finally extended his hand.
Xu Zijin took it, but at that moment, he felt a bit stiff all over.
Father and son gradually settled into their usual routine, and Douya's face no longer showed the sadness it had earlier.
"Come, come, let's have breakfast." The elderly lady smiled with satisfaction, reminding everyone not to forget the task at hand.
During breakfast, Xu Zijin kept holding his son and even fed Douya.
This made Douya feel both flattered and curious.
After all, in his memory, his father had never done such a thing.
And Xu Zijin, moved by the pity he felt for his son, decided to compensate Douya properly.
For this reason, he specially decided to stay home today and spend time with his son.
