Huo Anqi's little hand pressed down, and Huo Yirong's heart felt as if it was being gnawed by millions of insects, assaulted by a nagging pain.
"Hiss!"
He couldn't hold back and cried out in pain.
Sitting opposite him, Qin Ruan interrupted to ask her youngest son, "Anqi, is there a way to remove it?"
Huo Anqi's little face was taut as he shook his head gently.
The pain in Huo Yirong's heart had somewhat subsided, and seeing his little nephew shake his head, his face didn't show much disappointment.
On the contrary, he comfortingly rubbed the child's head and gently said, "It's okay, our Aqi is already amazing."
Huo Anqi lifted his somber eyes, enunciating to him, "I can make it die."
His still maturing features already bore a striking resemblance to Huo San Ye; given a few more years, who knows what astonishing beauty he would possess.
Huo Yirong's mouth fell slightly agape, not sure what to say.
To believe the child or to take his words as a joke?
