Uncle Qiu stood at the staircase entrance, hearing footsteps, he quickly looked over to Old Master An.
"Master."
Old Master An caught his glance and took Seventeen back from An Zhonghui's arms, "Alright, a quick hug is enough."
"Eh, Dad, I haven't hugged enough yet..." An Zhonghui showed a look of urgency, unwilling to let go of the chubby and well-behaved Seventeen.
"Great Grandpa!"
A cool voice rang out, and An Zhonghui's words were abruptly cut off.
He gracefully retracted his hands, and a slight embarrassment surfaced in his eyes.
"Dad, where's Xiaojing?" Jian Qing glanced briefly at An Zhonghui, then shifted her gaze to Nineteen, who was clutching the hem of her pants.
"He's in the kitchen preparing something to eat for Nineteen and the others," Mo Xiao said.
Jian Qing raised an eyebrow, bent down to pick up Nineteen, and walked toward the kitchen, "Nineteen, let's go see what Daddy is cooking up for you."
