Gu Bingjun choked for a moment, then patted his little head, "This, we need your father's help."
"How to help?" Xiaobao asked with a face of innocence.
Gu Bingjun pondered for a bit, contemplating how to answer, but Zhixi could no longer restrain herself.
She stormed over, lifted Xiaobao from Gu Bingjun's arms, and said to Gu Bingjun, "Dad, you go back first."
Then, with a stern face, she turned to her son, "Come on, Mom will take you to learn characters."
"But, Mom, you haven't answered my question yet," Xiaobao said plaintively, his voice pitiful.
"...When you grow up a bit, Mom will tell you," Zhixi said seriously, "How can I explain knowledge to you when you still don't know all your characters?"
Xiaobao responded with a dazed "oh."
Watching the backs of his daughter and grandson, Gu Bingjun couldn't help but chuckle.
He stood up, and the thought of returning to the State Guesthouse alone suddenly made him feel a bit lonely.
