Lin Qingshan watched with a speechless expression.
He pinched his son's face, chuckling in spite of himself, "You're such a big kid. Just this once, and don't let it become a habit."
Having said that, he bent down to wash Lin Zhicheng's feet.
"Look how dirty these feet are..." Lin Qingshan commented.
Lin Zhicheng didn't take his dad's teasing seriously.
At that moment, he couldn't contain his glee, pretending to be an emotionless puppet, letting Lin Qingshan fuss over him.
Ah, this feels nice~~
After washing Lin Zhicheng's feet, Lin Qingshan carried his grown son back to the room where he and his brother slept.
Tucked him in with a thick blanket, and was about to return to his own room.
Just as he stepped out, Lin Zhicheng's eyes snapped open, his voice free from any hint of sleepiness.
"Thanks, Dad. When you're old, I'll wash your feet – for a lifetime."
He spoke with such solemnity, it even moved Lin Qingshan, the old father.
A warmth touched his heart.
