"Uncle Xiao...Uncle Xiao..."

"Here I am, I'm here!" Ji Yehuo pushed him away and carefully checked his condition. Then, when he lowered his head, he saw the bruises on his wrists and the dried blood on his fingers.

Ji Yehuo felt extremely distressed. He grabbed his hand and asked, "Does it hurt?"

"It hurts, it hurts so much. Uncle, please blow it for me."

"Okay, I'll blow it for you!"

Ji Yehuo gently took his hand and blew twice on his injured finger, "Uncle, I heard what the police uncle said, little thing, you are awesome!"

"That is!"

"As expected of me, Ji Yehuo's son!"

"hey-hey!"

Uncle Xiao often mentioned that he was his son, but he didn't think much about it.

Hearing Ji Yehuo praise him, he raised his chin slightly, squinted his eyes, and grinned proudly.

"..."

Ji Yehuo felt a little guilty.

As far as he knew, the little guy was still very repulsive towards his biological father. If he knew that he was his biological father, would he... be as close to him as he is now?
Chapter completed!