The little guy was shuffling upstairs in his slippers when he was abruptly stopped a couple of steps into his escape by Lu Lingxiao.
"Come back."
Lu Youheng's steps suddenly halted, and he incredulously turned his head to look at him.
Lu Lingxiao advanced a few steps and picked him up.
Lu Lingxiao was so tall that being suddenly lifted made Lu Youheng gasp faintly, slightly vertiginous.
He clung to Lu Lingxiao's neck, looking at him with a mixture of alarm and awe.
Lu Youheng had disliked being held since he was little; there were few people he liked, and he detested the cloying perfume scents of various aunts.
Only the long-tenured nannies who were constantly by his side could carry him.
The first time he met this father, he was in the nanny's arms.
He had just woken up, snuggling and rubbing his eyes in the nanny's embrace, when suddenly Lu Lingxiao's words cut through, "Get down, stand properly, like a man should."
Lu Youheng was petrified on the spot.
