Xiaocong pulled Rong Shaoze over and placed Xiaotian in his arms.
The man hurriedly caught him, and Xiaotian in his arms cooed and babbled, waving his little hands lightly against his face.
"Daddy, see? Little brother really likes you; he's touching you," Xiaocong said happily.
"Gurgle..." Xiaotian grabbed at him, leaving several red marks on Rong Shaoze's face.
Xiaocong quickly covered his mouth, looking as if he wanted to laugh but didn't dare to.
Rong Shaoze amusingly held Xiaotian's restless hands, pretending to sternly say, "So this is how you show you like Daddy? Daddy's face is all scratched up by you."
Lin Xinlan frowned and said, "It's all red now. How are you going to face people when you go out later?"
"It's nothing; I just won't go out," Rong Shaoze said indifferently.
Lin Xinlan felt a little happy inside.
Rong Shaoze's face was quite precious; no one was allowed to touch or hit it.
If someone else had damaged his face, he surely wouldn't let it go.
