Xu Chongshan was a little surprised to see Leng Yuan arrive, but he quickly recovered and called for him to come inside.
"Hurry and come in. What brings you here at this hour?"
Leng Yuan stepped forward, his gaze falling on the small child in Xu Chongshan's arms.
He was about five or six months old, old enough to be held up properly.
The little guy had fair, tender skin. With his sturdy build, he looked utterly adorable.
Seeing Leng Yuan staring at his son, Xu Chongshan immediately grinned and held the boy closer. "Sanhu, this is Uncle Leng. Say 'Uncle'."
How could a six-month-old possibly talk? He just gurgled and babbled, and drool started to run down his chin.
With a practiced motion, Xu Chongshan took out a handkerchief to wipe the corners of Sanhu's mouth, his face radiating happiness.
Seeing him still staring at the baby, Xu Chongshan said with a laugh, "You should hurry up and have a kid of your own. When the time comes, Sanhu can take them out to play."
