Lian Shouxin's heart shattered instantaneously.
His beloved good little son, Xiao Qi, who always liked to cling to him, was now ignoring him.
Lian Shouxin almost involuntarily followed behind Xiao Qi.
"Xiao Qi, you greeted everyone, how come you're not greeting your dad?" Lian Shouxin chased after him, asking Xiao Qi.
Xiao Qi turned his head and pursed his lips. He didn't speak, only accusing Lian Shouxin with his eyes.
"Xiao Qi, let's go, or we'll be late," Wu Lang shouted from up ahead.
"Oh, coming." Xiao Qi agreed and ran off without giving Lian Shouxin another look.
Lian Shouxin was left standing there as the wind of late autumn carried a few fallen leaves in a whirl at his feet before blowing them away.
