In the pitch-black eyes, glancing at Dan Hanjie for a moment, then turning to look at the doorway, the father and son seemed to be waiting for something.
The soft little body sat up from Dan Hanjie's embrace, chubby hands supporting his cheeks.
At the sight of the figure entering from outside the door, a smile instantly bloomed with joy.
"Uncle!"
The little buttocks slid off Dan Hanjie's lap, and he spread his little legs, running towards Jin Chenye as he walked into the villa.
Tripping on the carpet, he fell over but quickly stood up again, continuing to run.
"Ha, anyone who doesn't know might think it was your dad coming, the way you run so fast." Dan Hanjie's enchanting black eyes swept over the little Tingye who was running ahead, his tone unexplainably jealous.
The little one's footsteps paused, his small body froze in the middle of the living room, fiddling with his fingers, and looked back at Dan Hanjie.
His little eyes were conflicted.
