Harley Harley did not pay any mind to this unknown elder.
Now, his heart and eyes were only filled with the task given to him by his mommy and Granny Zhou.
By the time the little guy had reached his room, he was panting heavily.
Cerillo was standing at the entrance of the room, talking to Harley Qiao.
Harley Qiao's expression was somewhat stern, looking at Cerillo, with unknown words being exchanged.
The little guy walked over, blinked his eyes, and shouted, "Daddy!" His crisp childish voice interrupted the conversation between the two men.
Harley Qiao's initially serious face turned conspicuously gentler. He raised his hand and patted the little guy's head.
Harley Harley shouted uncle, and then said to Cerillo, "Mommy asked me to come back and get something!"
Listening to his son's crisp and clear voice, Cerillo felt somewhat gratified.
Harley Harley seemed to be much more normal now.
He's even smarter than the average kid.
