Can a child make such decisions? No.
Lu Jiang directly hoisted his bear of a son onto his shoulders, "Qingxue, we're going home. We'll pay a visit to a few old seniors and sisters who arrived before you another day after we've settled in."
"Okay!" Feng Qingxue couldn't wait to get home.
Chen Rong and Lu Cheng, without any pretense, helped with the children and luggage, which excited the Guan brothers—they were in the presence of two battle-hardened heroes, according to the stories of Zhou Fengchun and others.
Xibao's eyes shone brightly as he followed Lu Cheng, "Grandpa, you fought the 'old American,' right? I really like listening to your stories."
"Me? Stories?" Lu Cheng looked down at the little boy with sharp brows and bright eyes who bore a striking resemblance to Lu Jiang.
