The little one, who had just been yawning and saying he was sleepy, immediately rested lightly on his shoulder.
"Daddy, let me tell you a story, okay?"
"Okay."
"Then close your eyes."
Huangfu Jue obediently closed his eyes, and the little one began to speak in a tender voice.
"There was a boy named Lei Mi. His family was very, very poor, but his mother loved him very much. He also had a father who worked in the city. But one day, his father got injured…"
After just a few sentences, Huangfu Jue recognized the story. He was telling a story from the children's literature book "The Story of the Little Hero of the Klondike".
Huangfu Jue had read this kind of story when he was as young as the boy, and he still remembered the details of the story, but he didn't say much, just listened attentively.
He originally thought, that as the little one talked, he would get tired, and once Gan Tang fell asleep, he could go back to work.
