"Is that better?"
The little guy immediately nodded vigorously.
"Thank you, Daddy."
He had always hoped for the day when, like other children, he would get up early in the morning, sneak into his parents' room, crawl under their covers, and suddenly pop out to give them a fright.
Although today's scene was somewhat different from what he had imagined, it was enough to satisfy him.
"No," Huangfu Jue whispered, "it's Daddy who should say thank you."
This sentence was by no means a mere formality.
He had never fully lived up to his responsibilities as a father, yet this child had always been helping him—he felt deep guilt and gratitude towards the little guy.
The little one turned his face to smile at him and gently winked.
"As long as you're good to mommy, that's enough!"
That one line had a decidedly grown-up tone.