Lu Yebai slowly walked down from upstairs, a cup of coffee in his hand. He looked around at the lively scene in the hall, and for the first time in many years, he saw his father's face light up with excitement. This puzzled him; his father never showered him with such enthusiasm when he was young.
He set his coffee on the side table, and rescued Meng Zichen from his father's grasp. Standing protective behind Zichen, he met his father's contemptuous gaze. Picking up his coffee, he leisurely took a sip, "This is my son. If you guys want to play, have a child of your own."
His father responded angrily, "What are you doing?! He is my grandson! What's wrong with me holding him? You never gave me any joy from childhood till now!"
Lu Yebai took a sip of his coffee, met his father's eyes with an indifferent gaze, "Wasn't it you who just said that he's exactly like me when I was a child?"
