After the small woman slowly fell asleep, Xie Qikan gently pulled the quilt over her body, then lightly kissed her smooth forehead. A tender smile lingered at the corners of his mouth as he gazed at her serene sleeping face, deeply reluctant to look away. Finally, he stood up, his tall figure straight and commanding, took long strides out of the bedroom, and extended his slender fingers to softly close the door.
"Oh my god! He's finally come down!"
Xie Qiyan, who had been waiting bitterly by the staircase, finally saw Xie Qikan's imposing figure descending the stairs with steady steps. In his old eyes, there was a flash of light—no exaggeration!
"Grandpa, Dad, Mom, Big Brother. Sorry to keep you waiting. Are you hungry?"
Xie Qikan spoke politely as usual, his voice still gentle and composed. Then, out of habit, he pressed his lips together lightly before pulling out his chair and sitting in his designated spot.
"Not hungry, not hungry. How's Xiaoxiao doing?"
