Li Zhiqian patiently waited and didn't rush him. After a while, Yanling finally said, "Uncle, if I'm not happy, will you take me to your home?"
Li Zhiqian was slightly surprised but kept his composure and said, "If you're not happy, you can stay at Uncle's house for a while, and come back when you're happy."
Yanling lowered his head, fiddling with his pale fingers, and said softly, "Am I not a very likable child?"
Li Zhiqian affectionately patted his head, "Nonsense, Uncle likes Xiaoling very much, and even wants to take Xiaoling home as my son."
Yanling immediately looked up at him, with what seemed like concern in his eyes.
Although Li Zhiqian was somewhat detached from worldly concerns, living like an immortal, he understood what Yanling was worried about. He pinched his nose and smiled, "But your dad disagrees. He told me that even if you don't like to be close to him, you're still his son and must stay by his side."
