Seeing that Lu Qiancheng was still unwilling to speak, Ji Zimo had no choice but to step forward.
"Acheng, you're not around, and Qiancheng really misses you. You seldom come back, so why not spend more time with him?"
Lu Jincheng, who had been closing his eyes for a rest, slowly opened them upon hearing this.
His gaze swept past Ji Zimo and settled steadily on Lu Qiancheng.
"Come here," he called out to the young boy with a wave of his hand.
Upon hearing this, Lu Qiancheng hesitated for a moment before walking over to him.
Lu Jincheng's embrace came unexpectedly, and Lu Qiancheng had no preparation for it.
Feeling the scorching warmth of Lu Jincheng's body, his own stiffened involuntarily.
As if noticing nothing amiss, Lu Jincheng softened his expression and began to speak soothingly to the boy in his arms.