He Zhiyao's fingers stiffened.
He almost couldn't hold onto the medicine bag in his palm.
He never expected that not only would a little kid catch him in such a disheveled moment, but also see right through him.
In a panic, he poured a pill from the medicine bag and swallowed it.
Then he forced a relaxed smile, slowly stood up, and with an air of superiority, seriously said to the little kid,
"I can see."
As he stood up, Star had to tilt his little head back even more.
He was a bit unhappy.
Why did this man have to be so tall?
Doesn't he know it's hard for kids to look up?
Looking annoyed, Star stared at He Zhiyao for a while, then raised his hand, his fist clenched, and asked, "Then tell me, how many fingers is this?"
He Zhiyao felt his heart pricked by the little tyke again.
He, too, wanted to know why his child wasn't adorable.
Always asking questions that put adults on the spot.