Shen Jing followed behind Zhou Xiangqun, an empty milk bottle in her hand.
The lights along the corridor flickered gently.
With his commanding physique, he carefully cradled his nephew in his arms, smiling at the little one with a pair of tender eyes.
Zhou Xicheng clung to Zhou Xiangqun's neck with his small hands, blinking his eyes and muttering, "Daddy...Daddy...scolded Xicheng."
"Why?" Zhou Xiangqun asked.
The little one's nose reddened. "Daddy...said...Xicheng wasn't good."
Such a tiny tot, he definitely got a scolding from Second Brother. Zhou Xiangqun thought. It must have been because he annoyed Shen Jing; Second Brother was playing favorites.
Zhou Xiangqun's arm rested on his nephew's tiny back, gently calming him. Feeling favored, the child wailed and leaned on Zhou Xiangqun's shoulder, tears streaming down his face pitifully, his shoulders trembling with each sob.
Zhou Xiangqun's affection was truly overflowing.
