"Senior Brother, you are so awesome!" The child ran up to Ye Qiu, his chubby little hands clutching his own clothes, bright eyes sparkling with admiration. He wanted to come closer due to Ye Qiu's imposing presence but didn't dare to, soft and tender like a little dumpling.
This is a very likable child!
Facing such a child, Ye Qiu really couldn't harden his heart. With a gentle expression, he asked, "Whose child are you? Are you lost?"
The child, overjoyed because Ye Qiu spoke to him, had his little face flush red, his small lips pursed revealing two cute dimples, his voice clear and melodious like a lark: "I am my grandfather's child. I'm not lost. I came here specifically to find Senior Brother."
"Senior Brother, I watched your competition yesterday. You were so incredible!" The child babbled incessantly, but it wasn't annoying, even though he shared no useful information.
