Xiaoqi was still very happy even though he wasn't going to the amusement park. He strode over on his little short legs and followed behind him. "Grandpa, Grandpa! I'm competing next week. You should come over and cheer
Huo Ci let out a cold laugh. "I'm not going! Why don't you get your dad to go?"
Xiaoqi's tiny forehead wrinkled together tightly, and the expression in his big eyes suddenly changed. He straightened his neck and lifted his head, his small face looking extremely serious. In a young and tender voice, he said firmly, "Xiaoqi doesn't have a father!"
Huo Ci laughed out loud and patted the child's head in satisfaction. "Okay, then I'll go cheer you on!"
Do you see that?
This is the right attitude to treat an enemy!
