He Yirong felt a stir in his heart, yet his face betrayed no emotion.
He didn't speak, but he was silently praying the child would come to him.
Xiaobao really did come over hesitantly, his face filled with curiosity.
"Grandpa, are you really my grandpa?" Xiaobao asked.
He Yirong opened his mouth, but didn't know what to say.
He wanted to be close to the child, but deep down, he felt a twinge of discomfort.
Xiaobao had already walked up to him, and without any hesitation, hugged his knees, looking up at him, "Grandpa, do you not like me?"
He Yirong looked down at Xiaobao's lovely little face, his heart softened, and he squeezed out two words from his throat, "No."
"But you never smile at me." Xiaobao's small mouth pouted, "Granddad likes me, Granny also likes me, Aunt also likes me, Uncle also likes me."
As he spoke, he looked at He Yirong with eager eyes, implying everyone likes me, so why don't you?
He Yirong found himself feeling a sense of urgency from the child's words.
