Li Shengxiao's profound features exuded nobility, and his thin lips, sharp as a knife, seemed amused by the beautiful little boy and curved slightly, "Do you think I'd go out without my brain?"
The beautiful little boy gently blinked his eyes—a gesture identical to Rong Yan's, clearly mimicking him regularly. His big, round eyes opened widely, giving him an innocent and especially guileless look, "But aren't you my dad? Grandma says a dad is someone who'd face danger to protect me."
This meant that if Li Shengxiao didn't call Rong Yan, he wasn't the person to step on a landmine first to protect him, he wasn't a good dad.
Li Shengxiao's sharp gaze fixed on him.
The little boy, seemingly unfazed by the pressure in his gaze, wore a miniature handmade suit and a cute spotted bow tie that melted hearts, posing a soulful question, "Aren't you my dad?"
