Gu Moqian's voice carried a sense of intimidation, cold and detached. An An, who had been concentrating on stacking blocks, was startled.
He dropped the blocks in his hand, and his small chubby hand stretched forward with effort, trying to grab Uncle Jin Qichuan's pant leg.
In the tense and oppressive atmosphere, Jin Qichuan felt a little hand tug at his pant leg. He looked down in surprise to see An An staring up at him with big, blinking eyes and muttering, "Un-cle... blocks."
An An still wanted the handsome uncle to keep playing blocks with him.
Gu Moqian lowered his head and looked at his son upon hearing this, his eyes both shocked and tinged with anger.
In the presence of his own father, his son actually preferred another man to play with him!
Almost immediately, Gu Moqian bent down, pulled his son's hand away from Jin Qichuan's pant leg, and without another word, scooped An An up with one hand.
