"Dad" Zhao Fang's drowsy eyes opened and the first thing he saw was his supposed 'son' staring at him with wide, expectant eyes.
"…" This kid is too bright.
Zhao Fang pursed his lips and straightened up on the sofa.
"Yes?" He responded with a yawn before gazing at Zhao Si.
"I met a boy today at the public library and I want to be his friend but he always runs away from me when I try to talk to him" Zhao Si looked at his father.
"… and what do you want me to help you with?" He asked as he rested his cheek against his palm lazily.
"… I want dad to help me!" Zhao Si held his hand with his little ones and smiled brightly at the lazy and still drowsy Zhao Fang.
"…" Kid I know shit about making friends…
"I see… Have you even talked to him?" Zhao Fang raised his right brow as his grey eyes glanced at Zhao Si.
"Yes! But he just buried his face in his book and ran away" Zhao Si pouted when he remembered the events from a few hours ago.
