"Chenchen, are you being too biased? What about Grandpa? Why aren't you cheering for Grandpa?"
He Yannian set down his racket, grabbed a towel, and wiped the sweat from his forehead.
He spoke to Baby Chenchen, but his eyes were on Zhiyun, his words carrying an underlying message.
"Come on, Chenchen, let's cheer for Grandpa too! Grandpa is the best, Grandpa is the most awesome!"
Meeting He Yannian's bright, albeit slightly reproachful eyes, Lai Zhiyun's lips twitched, but she quickly replaced it with a smile. She lowered her head and began speaking to the little one while ringing the bell vigorously.
That's more like it.
He Yannian was easily satisfied—a simple cheer from Zhiyun, and the dark clouds in his heart would disperse.
Holding his racket, he walked back onto the court with renewed vigor. His swing was stronger, and his play was more aggressive.
