"Little Skinny Pole, let's go then. See you tomorrow," Zhouzhou held Qin Lie's hand downstairs, waving chubby claws at Huo Ji'an.
Huo Ji'an, now happily with his new dad, had all his attention on him. Hearing this, he waved his hand without hesitation, "Goodbye, chubby girl!"
Watching their figures disappear, Huo Ji'an finally felt happy, "Dad, let's go home!"
Upon hearing this, Yu Ze was taken aback, looking down at the bright-eyed little boy, still not quite used to being called 'dad.'
"You can call me uncle."
"No." Huo Ji'an shook his head decisively, holding both of Yu Ze's hands stubbornly. "You are my dad."
The boy, young as he was, had already become quite stubborn and refused to change his mind.
Helplessly, Yu Ze led him upstairs. He lived on the fourth floor of this renowned old and run-down complex with no elevator and broken stairwell lights that no one came to fix.
Everything was very crude.