There wasn't any specific focus, just talking about whatever came to mind.
Most of the time, Huo Shaojun didn't speak, he just listened to him.
However, there wasn't the slightest trace of impatience on his face.
Occasionally, he would utter a simple "Mm," letting Hao Hao know he was listening attentively.
To the driver, the "harmonious" father and son in the backseat seemed like he had seen a ghost; even when the car pulled into the villa, the astonishment on his face hadn't faded.
Huo Shaojun was the first to step out of the car with his long legs.
Hao Hao shifted his little bottom, about to follow him out.
Suddenly, he was lifted by two large hands from under his armpit, swiftly carried out of the car.
Hao Hao, "..." His little body was unusually stiff.
Huo Shaojun, who had lifted Hao Hao out of the car, did not set him down, holding him with one arm while the other hand carried Hao Hao's small backpack, and carried him towards the villa.
Driver, "..."
Hao Hao, "..."
