"Dad?" Luo Jun looked at him and asked, puzzled, "What's wrong with you?"
"Dad is fine, maybe just a little tired!" Leng Zimo comforted him with a smile.
Luo Jun immediately slid down from his arms like a little adult and supported his arm, "I'll help you downstairs!"
His small palm held onto his big hand, showing seriousness despite his limited strength.
"Mo Mo... if... if someday Dad can't walk on his own, will you despise Dad?" Leng Zimo asked softly.
"Of course not." Luo Jun turned his face, his big eyes looking at Leng Zimo with concern, "Dad, are your legs sick?"
"No, how could that be, Dad was just joking with you." Leng Zimo replied with a laugh.
"That's great, if your legs were really sick, you couldn't play football with me." Luo Jun continued to support him downstairs, "Oh, Dad, tonight, let's have another big battle, shall we? Last time, Aunt bought me a game disc, it's really fun!"
Leng Zimo took a deep breath, "Alright."
