Huo Xiaoxi was picked up by his own grandpa and was naturally very happy: "I've missed you."
Duan Zhuangyu saw this scene and nudged her son, Huo Xiaoyu: "Don't you have any sense? Go to grandpa quickly."
Huo Xiaoyu, unprepared, stumbled from the push.
This action instantly drew everyone's gaze in the room.
Huo Gaodi's face immediately turned stern: "Zhuangyu, if you're tired, go rest on the sofa."
Huo Shanhe recalled what his wife said upstairs earlier, and couldn't help glaring at his third son. This boy, just as Jingya said, will have a lot to endure in the future.
But the path is his own choice, even if kneeling, he has to see it through.
Seeing his old man displeased, Huo Gaodi lightly coughed and tried to smooth things over for Duan Zhuangyu: "Dad, you're going to be a grandpa again, Zhuangyu is pregnant."
Huo Shanhe's expression softened somewhat upon hearing this: "Since she's pregnant, she should take more care."
