"Daddy——"
Just as the servant left, a crisp, childish voice was heard, followed by a little boy of four or five years old who rushed in and ran straight towards Instructor Mu.
Instructor Mu had just hung up his coat when he saw the little boy rushing over. He bent down, caught him, and picked him up.
An Ran was left standing in place, as if struck by lightning, after hearing this little boy call Instructor Mu "Daddy."
Watching Instructor Mu pick up the little boy and look at him with gentle eyes, allowing the boy to kiss him on the cheek, An Ran felt even more uneasy.
At this moment, a tall woman in a wine-red woolen coat walked in from outside.
She saw the pair at the door and said to the boy, "Rong, come down now. You're too big to be held by Daddy."
"No, Daddy is the strongest. Rong likes to be held by Daddy." The little boy clung to Instructor Mu's neck and said coyly.
