When Gan Tang was his son's age, Huangfu Yaoyang had always been very strict with him, but facing this little one from the next generation, he simply couldn't bring himself to be harsh and immediately spoke in a gentle voice.
"Didn't the doctor say you need to eat a light diet?"
"But I really want to eat," the little guy blinked his big eyes, trying hard to look adorable, "Grandpa—"
"Gan Tang!" Gan Yuan chided, "You mustn't be willful."
The little one turned his face to explain, "Grandma said that when facing different enemies, you must use different weapons."
Gan Yuan's expression stiffened, the child was speaking his mind, the King wouldn't get angry at being described as "enemy," right?
As expected, the man's face darkened.
"Am I an enemy?"
Gan Yuan was worried, and just as she was about to help the little one out, her right palm warmed, already held by a large hand, she turned her face to look at Huangfu Jue beside her.
