Little Xixi was holding a balloon, wearing a small tiger hat, and had bought a plush cartoon backpack.
Michelle was carrying her, and she was sitting comfortably on his arm, playfully tugging at his hair and twisting his ears.
She was chattering non-stop: "Grandpa, why is your hair golden?"
"Because Grandpa is English."
"Then why aren't your eyes blue like other English people? Xixi looked carefully just now, they seemed a bit dark."
"Because Grandpa's mother is Chinese, so Grandpa is half Chinese."
"Grandpa, why don't you come visit our home? When you come to our house, Xixi will bring out all the tasty treats for Grandpa to eat."
The more Michelle interacted with Xixi, the deeper his affection grew for this little one, his treasured granddaughter, who carries both his and Ruoxin's bloodline.
Michelle lowered his head to nuzzle Little Xixi's nose and laughed, "But Grandpa wants to keep all the fun and tasty things for Xixi."
