The man shifted his gaze from the textbook to his son, only to see the latter scrambling to one side with a dejected face. He smiled and sat in the chair at the table.
Yichen heaved a sigh of relief. His father stretched out his hand, and in the next instant, he was pulled into his strong arms with a gentle tug.
As he sat on his father's lap, he smelled his faint but cool fragrance. He could not help burrowing deeper into his embrace.
"Daddy, I'm not done with all the math problems…"
"Which one?" The man's hypnotizing voice resonated from the crown of his head.
Yichen flipped his notebook to where his answers were written and then gestured to one of the few problems. "I don't really know how to do… this one."
