Aunty Wang walked out, carrying the tiny rice ball who had just woken up, "Look, daddy is back, daddy..."
Aunty Wang held the tiny rice ball's hand and pointed it towards Ruan Zeyan. The tiny rice ball looked toward Ruan Zeyan, blowing small bubbles in his mouth and looking comical and cute.
Ruan Zeyan felt like his heart was going soft. He walked over and took the tiny rice ball from her Aunty Wang's hands, and he rubbed his stubble on the child's face and kissed him.
The tiny riceball felt his father's beard pricking him, but he did not cry. Instead, he subconsciously gripped Ruan Zeyan's hand in his tiny hand and held it tightly, refusing to let it go.