"Oh, right. Where is my son?" Qian Jin looked around. "Where is my son Rojin?"
A mid-aged woman walked out of the backyard with Rojin in her arms. She rushed to Qian Jin’s side and passed the baby over. "Master, here is your son." She said.
Little Rojin laid in the woman’s arms as he looked around with his big eyes. When he saw Qian Jin, he opened his arms and giggled.
Qian Jin took him over and lightly shook him in his arms as he said: "Little one, come on, say daddy."
"Cough... cough..."
Falker Witnod couldn’t bear this feeling of getting ignored anymore. How can the leader of the family by disrespected by a guardian of a branch family?
The cough drew a lot of attention, but Qian Jin didn’t raise his head and continued to play with Rojin. "Comrade, help me a little. Talk with those guest, if they are here for business, then they can talk with Rosella. If they want to talk about other stuff, tell them to go away. I don’t have time for that."
