"Kid, you're finally out of seclusion." Lu Yi stood up and smiled.
"Greetings, Master." Han Zhao came in front of Lu Yi.
The two of them were more used to calling each other by their previous titles.
"Hmph!" Seeing Han Nianxuan winking at him in Han Zhao's arms, Han Yan turned his face away and said in a low voice, "Children are the ones who pester their father."
Han Yan was young and had a young face, but his facial features and outline were already 60 to 70% similar to Han Zhao. However, the shape of his face had inherited Xu Ling's. It was round and chubby. Coupled with the dimple on his right cheek, he looked like a cute version of Little Han Zhao.
"I'm just a child!" Han Nianxuan said with a smile, unmoved.
Seeing this, Han Zhao squatted down and extended his empty right hand. "Yan'er, in front of your parents, you can be a child no matter how old you are."
"This…" Han Yan hesitated.
