"Aw, how sweet." Ou Boyi picked up Xia Ziqian, with a smile so wide it could barely fit on his face.
"Grandpa, be careful not to strain your back," Ou Chengtian reminded him, but he couldn't help but feel a pang of injustice for Xia Ziqian.
Xia Ziqian had never called him "dad," but had called Ou Boyi his great-grandfather. It seemed like he really didn't think much of him as a father at all.
Ou Boyi gave Ou Chengtian a glare, stroking his beard as he said, "I won't hurt my back that easily, you know. I'm quite fit for an old man."
"Great-grandfather, have you had dinner yet?" Xia Ziqian asked, his eyes curving into bright crescents.
He was already quite adorable, and his sweet voice made Ou Boyi like him even more.
After all, at his age, being able to see his great-grandson felt like a great blessing.
Speaking of dinner, Ou Boyi remembered that he still had some friends waiting. He had been away for so long, they must be getting impatient.
