Compared to Nineteen's fiery enthusiasm, Seventeen was much more restrained, just wrapping his lotus-root-like little hands around Quan Jingwu's neck and not letting go. Pouting his little mouth, he kissed Quan Jingwu's cheek, and if you looked closely, you could faintly see the silver threads in his hair.
"Good son!"
Quan Jingwu couldn't help but chuckle. He leaned down to kiss his tender little face, then lifted him up and sat him on his shoulders.
Despite the frightening height, Seventeen was not afraid at all. Instead, he smiled very happily, waving his little hands excitedly.
Jian Qing's eyes shifted, and she embraced Nineteen with both hands, letting him hang directly on Quan Jingwu's body. The family of four played together in perfect harmony.
"Alright, come over here and sit down first. Little Qingqing, the dim sum that was just made, come and have some," Rhee called out.
