"Who is this little kid?"
Huo Jingyuan pushed open the door and walked straight into the living room. His voice was deep and slow, yet it carried a certain authority.
Startled by Huo Jingyuan's voice, Xiao Pihou scrambled up from the soft sofa. Staring at the man who was even taller than his own father, he pouted.
Tears immediately welled up in his eyes.
"What are you crying for?"
Huo Jingyuan frowned. He had been taught since childhood that real men don't cry easily, yet this little kid in front of him started crying after just one look.
'So weak!'
Wen Ci, who had already washed the vegetables in the kitchen, heard Huo Jingyuan's voice and came out with her hands still wet. "Don't scare Xiao Pihou."
"Who is Xiao Pihou?"
"Sister Jing's son."
Saying this, Wen Ci walked slowly to Huo Jingyuan's side and personally helped him put on his apron. Her red lips curled up slightly, and she looked at him with a beaming smile.
