"Hmm?!"
Mr. Ji was almost melting from the sweet, soft voice of Baobao, and without thinking, he reached out to hug the little guy, looking like he wanted to pick up Baobao.
Baobao noticed his intention and quickly pushed away with his little hands, slipping out of Mr. Ji's arms.
"Baobao…" Mr. Ji was quite upset at being rejected. It was one thing to be turned down by his granddaughter, but even this six-year-old little rascal didn't care for his old bones?
"Great grandpa, you're getting old, you can't just pick up Baobao like that! Mommy says, as people get older, their bones become looser and more brittle, so they can't just pick up kids. You're already eighty-five, your bones can't take it…"
Misunderstood, Baobao had no idea that he had inadvertently hurt Mr. Ji's tender heart, which was bleeding metaphorically, and he earnestly began lecturing the still secretly heartbroken Mr. Ji.
