The little boy looked particularly pretty. His eyes were dark and bright, his eyelashes were unusually long like two fans, his skin was rather light, and he had rosy cheeks and a pout. He looked soft and cute like a steamed bun, which made Han Zhifan have the urge to hug him and give him two big kisses.
Whose kid is this? Why did he run over to me?
Han Zhifan was captivated by this adorable little bun as he stared for a while. Then he raised his head and looked all around.
The hallway was completely empty. There wasn't an adult accompanying him, so this little boy must've run out from one of the rooms when his parents weren't looking. He probably couldn't find his way back.
Just when Han Zhifan was lost in thought, the little boy stared at him with wide eyes and cried, "Daddy."
The little boy looked as though he was about one and a half years old; he cried "daddy" a lot clearer than Li Da's son.
