"Daddy, hold... hold me..."
Andrew looked up at his father with a childlike face, reaching out his hands.
Howard Geoffrey withdrew his gaze to look at his son, quite unsympathetically, and said coldly, "You can already walk, you need to learn to walk on your own, you can't always depend on being carried."
Andrew immediately pouted and looked at his grandma with a wronged expression.
Mrs. Geoffrey instantly rebuked Howard, "When you were Andrew's age, you still wanted me to carry you every day. Don't impose on your son things you couldn't even do yourself!"
Three vertical lines appeared on Howard Geoffrey's handsome face. This is why he never holds any authority in front of Andrew!
Mrs. Geoffrey picked up Andrew and whispered to Howard, "Son, go over and talk, they're waiting for you..."
Standing not far away, Becca couldn't make out what they were saying, but her gaze was fixed on them.
Watching Howard walk toward her, her heart pounded fiercely.
