"..." Fu Xinwu covered his mouth in shock and cautiously asked, "Does your Aunt Nan Fei know?"
"She doesn’t know! Little Uncle said he’s a man and can’t let mom worry about him. He wants to protect mom." The little bean was quite troubled: "Mom, do you think we should tell Aunt Nan Fei? So she can keep an eye on the Chief?"
"Hmm..." Fu Xinwu hesitated for a mont, then nodded and said, "You go chat with Lanshan first, leave this kind of thing to ."
"Alright then!"
So the two good friends began their rry chat again. Mostly, it was the little bean talking, carefully asking about all the big and small things that happened over the past half month, like whether the little baby was tired during field training, if it was tough, or if anywhere felt uncomfortable.
Of course, the main thing was to tell the little baby that if anyone dared to bully him, he should definitely ntion the na Yu Wenxu, and he would avenge the little baby.
One could say it was very considerate.
Fu Xinwu, listening on the side to these two little kiddos conversing like adults with such seriousness, nearly laughed herself into internal injuries.
*****
Huo Family—
The little baby chatted with Yu Wenxu for a long ti, finally hung up the phone, and feeling a bit thirsty, he got down from the sofa. Like a little adult, he walked steadily to pour himself so water. Since he wasn’t tall enough to reach the bottle, he had to move a small stool to stand on it and managed with great effort to pour himself half a cup of water.
Sitting quietly alone on the small stool, he slowly drank the water.
Huo Beijiang, feeling triumphant, ca downstairs and was shocked to see his son gone! His smile imdiately froze, and he almost leapt down the stairs in two strides.
"Lanshan?" Why isn’t this little rascal in the living room?
Huo Beijiang called out and hurriedly looked everywhere. Little Huo Lanshan was sitting on the kitchen stool so small, and the stool was so low that it almost went unnoticed. If it weren’t for Huo Beijiang’s sharp eyes and keen senses, he might not have spotted him.
When he saw his son holding a glass with both hands and drinking water with those big, bright eyes, his heart suddenly ached. For the first ti, he wondered if he had really been too hard on his son?
It was simply pitiful. Sitting alone, drinking water, not even complaining when bullied, was so understanding that it almost broke through Huo Beijiang’s shaless, bottomless, and heartless defenses.
"Dad." The little baby saw his dad co over, paused his drinking, and looked at Huo Beijiang with a curious gaze, seriously asking, "Is there sothing wrong?" Why did dad look so off?
The son was so well-behaved, how could he bear to be harsh?
Huo Beijiang squatted in front of the little baby, reaching out to gently rub his son’s head twice. The son’s hair was soft and smooth, feeling great, so Huo Beijiang couldn’t resist rubbing it a couple more tis.
If it were any other child, they might have been dissatisfied by now, but the little baby was different. He obediently let dad rub his hair and, seeing dad was not satisfied, even leaned forward slightly to make it more convenient. One could say he was very cooperative.
Oh dear!
Huo Beijiang thought to himself that this wasn’t good; his son had been bullied to the point of submitting without resistance. His son, Huo Beijiang’s son, if he were anything, should be a hero, not a coward.
Unfazed, Huo Beijiang withdrew his hand, "Ahem... Son! I’m taking you to the hospital tomorrow."
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