"No need, no need," He Xing said urgently, speaking more than twice as fast as usual, "Don't worry, Grandpa is fine. There's just a minor issue at home, a business matter that Grandpa isn't too familiar with, so I must go back and handle it."
"So that's what it is," Fu Han said, her heart finally settling as she stopped in her tracks and looked at He Xing with concern, whispering, "Then you better hurry back. Have lunch at home, I can just order some takeout."
"Okay," He Xing had already reached the door, but after thinking it over, he turned back and kissed Fu Han on the forehead.
Fu Han wrapped her arms around He Xing's neck and tiptoed to kiss his cheek, "Call me if there's anything."
Whenever she kissed He Xing like this, he always felt as if he were taking care of a daughter, and indeed that was the case. In his heart, Fu Han was like a daughter to him, and he wanted to dote on her as one.
