If her five-year-old son turned out to be as unusual as those three eight-year-old children, she would really burst into tears.
"Alright, I understand," Gu Junzhu nodded and signaled the children to eat, "Let's eat first, we can talk after we fill our stomachs."
When it came to business, the atmosphere at the dining table turned somewhat heavy.
But as long as Xiao Shumiao was around, the heavy atmosphere could not last more than a few minutes before becoming cheerful again.
In Xiao Shumiao's mind, there is nothing in this world that his father cannot handle.
As long as his father steps in, no matter what the matter is, it can be easily resolved.
When Huo Zhongqi entered their home, he was as safe as if he were in a vault.
With his father's protection, no one could ever harm Huo Zhongqi.
He felt both reassured and particularly proud.
Such a powerful father was his.
His father was like Ultraman, able to defeat all the little monsters and protect the good people.
