Gu Junzhu reveled in the child's subconscious trust and dependence on him. With a smile lifting the corners of his mouth, he patted the child's head. "Good boy, off you go."
The little fellow nodded his small head, hopped off the sofa, and ran to Senior Master Gu.
The little one was exceptionally beautiful, like a delicate crystal doll.
Everyone has an innate love for beauty, especially elderly people who have a particular fondness for children.
After a few glances at the child, Senior Master Gu was enamored. Unable to resist, he fondled and cuddled him.
However, seeing a scar on the back of the child's head, his expression changed. Looking stern, he demanded, "How did this happen? How have you been looking after him? How could such a small child fall and hurt the back of his head? What if it was more severe?"
