His expression was serious, and his attitude was clearly earnest.
Even though Chengcheng usually wasn't very afraid of him because he doted on him, when he really got serious, Chengcheng still felt a bit hesitant.
Things that usually passed with a bit of whining couldn't be smoothed over when Huo Jingting became serious.
Chengcheng pouted unhappily, still keeping his head bowed, and quickly muttered softly, "Hello, Uncle."
That one word, "Uncle," made Mo Feng's face even more awkward.
But he didn't push it, after all, Chengcheng was just a five-year-old child. He had been with Huo Jingting for five years, so he naturally regarded him as his real father. It would definitely take time for him to accept someone else.
Mo Feng nodded, trying to suppress the awkwardness on his face, "Hello."
He remembered the gift he had brought for him, quickly grabbed it, and handed it to Chengcheng, "A gift for you."
