Since he was young, Xiao Long had rarely been held by men.
His impression was that only his mom and Grandma Jia had held him.
When He JianShe picked him up, he was initially startled, then he was excited and thrilled.
Uncle He's embrace was broad, and his arms felt strong, unlike when his mom held him and he would always slide down, needing to be adjusted frequently as they walked.
Uncle He held him securely, so he didn't have to cling tightly to Uncle He's neck to stay steady.
"Mom, Uncle He is so strong," Xiao Long shouted excitedly, "Uncle He, you're really amazing."
He JianShe chuckled at his words, "That's amazing, huh?"
Xiao Long nodded vigorously, "Uncle He is tall and strong, is he like a dad?"
"Xiao Long," Wang Tianxue quickly stopped him, "Don't say such things."
"I'm not saying anything wrong. All the kids in my class say dads are the strongest."
He didn't have a dad, but Uncle He was the strongest person he had ever seen.
