"Grandfather." Duan Feiyu waited for the carriage to stop and then leapt off. He reached out to carry Duan Xiaomo who was behind him, but Duan Xiaomo just pushed his hand away emotionlessly and jumped off the carriage on his own. Duan Feiyu did not mind, obviously used to Duan Xiaomo's attitude.
"Xiaomo, you have come too." Ling Chuxi smiled at Duan Xiaomo and waved at him.
Duan Xiaomo had been standing there quietly, but when he heard Ling Chuxi's voice, he froze. The little boy turned around and quickly made a beeline for Ling Chuxi. He stood close to her, ignoring Duan Qingchen who was standing nearby.
Duan Qingchen just smiled bitterly. The boy was his own flesh and blood, but he was closer to Ling Chuxi.
"Miss Ling, how do you do?" Duan Feiyu came forward and greeted Ling Chuxi and the others, his expression somewhat strained.
