Picking up the clothes and entering their room, Yixin and Yiqiao exchanged a glance, and Yiqiao chuckled, following Zheng Haoyu inside~ Entering the room, because his wound was strained last night, Zheng Haoyu was moving slowly. By the time Yiqiao came in, he had just taken off his shirt, and Yiqiao approached, "Daddy, why don't I help you?"
"Sure." It was the first time in his life his son offered to help him, and without thinking, Zheng Haoyu agreed.
Yiqiao picked up a shirt and shook it open, circling around Zheng Haoyu, discreetly observing Zheng Haoyu's body. As he looked, he nodded, not bad, really not bad. The body was strong, exuding a sensual tan, with bandaged abs that still showed defined muscles, and a back in a V-shape. In two words, very fit!
Zheng Haoyu raised his eyebrows, looking at him with interest, "What are you looking at?"
