But ever since he was seven or eight years old, he never took the initiative to approach the study again.
Maybe it was because he had grown up and become more sensible, or perhaps, it was because he could read other people's expressions.
Children may seem small, but their minds are extremely sharp; it's just that this sharpness is almost instinctual, and the children themselves may not even be aware of it.
This time, for some reason, he suddenly came over on his own again.
Only his expression was so solemn, as if he were going to execution...
Old Master An looked on with complex emotions.
"After all, I am his grandfather. At most, I would scold him a bit, I'm not going to eat him. Is there really a need to be so afraid..."
An Xiaofu mustered up his courage and finally stood in front of Old Master An on his own initiative.
"Xiaofu, is there something you need?"
Old Master An asked, trying to make his voice sound as kind as possible.
