"Little Yijing, Uncle Seven got you a gift, do you like it?"
Lin Jinpeng was a beat slower and didn't secure the best spot; he took out his greeting gift directly in an attempt to bribe his little nephew.
"Little Yijing, call him big brother."
Lin Riuzero is even more direct, with his head held high and his chest out, exuding the aura of the eldest grandson of the fifth generation of the Lin Clan. "From now on, your big brother will protect you. Nobody would dare to bully you."
"Hehe."
Little Yijing was amused and his big eyes twinkled, curving into little crescents.
"Yijing."
Lin Jinxu extended his hand and gently stroked Little Yijing's cute little pink-cheeked face, softly calling out his name.
"Daddy."
Little Yijing's eyes lighted up and he rushed excitedly into his arms.
Lin Jinxu hugged his cute little son tightly, feeling an unprecedented warmth.
At this moment, he finally accepted the fact that this was his son, putting an end to his confusion.
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