A long-time authority figure like Cheng Yaozong naturally has a much greater intimidating presence than Cheng Su. Just a casual glance at a few salespeople makes them wish they could vanish into thin air, trembling with fear, not daring to breathe.
"If you insist, then so be it. It's also a sign of your filial piety." Cheng Yaozong saw her persistence and said nothing more, then looked at the child in Father Qi's arms, saying, "So this is Xiao Qi?"
"Yes, call him Second Uncle." Mother Cheng, quick to react, immediately hugged the child and stepped forward.
Cheng Yaozong took Xiao Qi from her arms, and as soon as his gaze met the child's black shiny eyes, his expression suddenly softened. He hefted him and smiled, saying, "The kid's quite hefty." Then he said to Cheng Su, "Pick a gift for Xiao Qi here in the store, it's on my account, as a first meeting gift from his uncle to his nephew."
"Thank you so much." Cheng Su chuckled softly.
