Feng Xi looked at the little Yueyue, who was now over two years old, a carbon copy of Feng Xuxu. Following Yueyue's hand, his gaze shifted to the little boy on the Emperor's other leg, who had inherited the Emperor's handsome features completely. The whole family was truly a gathering of Feng dragons among men.
"Yueyue, do you miss your uncle?" A somewhat hoarse voice softly spoke, quieter than the usual loud tone.
Yueyue nodded vigorously: "Yes, I miss you very much."
"And does Qiqi miss his uncle?" He turned and looked at the handsome young boy not far away.
Qiqi smiled shyly, climbed down from Daddy's thigh, and also sat on his uncle's thigh, imitating his sister's nod: "Qiqi misses you."
Feng Xi's eyes crinkled into slits, his big white teeth showing: "Hahaha, in a while, uncle will go into the mountains to find some game for you, and make you a delicious dinner tonight."
"Really! Uncle, I want to go with you!"
"I want to go, too."
