Chapter 439: Father and Son (2)_1

Perhaps it was because the little boy was too small, or maybe the table obstructed the view of the people behind him, they didn't notice and almost ran into him.

"Watch out!" Robert Thomson immediately reached out and held the boy in his arms.

Upon closer examination, the boy was about three or four years old, wearing an adorable little jacket featuring an Ultraman picture, jeans, and a pair of children's shoes. His soft little body was leaning against Robert's leg, with his small hands tightly wrapped around him. Those deep, dark eyes were like the clearest and purest gemstones; long lashes fluttering over his grape-like pupils, he was intently and curiously staring back at Robert.

The little boy had a handsome face, his soft hair fell limply over his forehead, with his jelly-like lips pursed together. On his right cheek, there was a faint dimple.