Old Master Wen was almost at his breaking point, but faced with his descendants who were accustomed to his stern demeanor, he still tried to maintain an ironclad, emotionless facade, holding Xie Mizhi in his arms and saying without expression, "One should hold their own child, why have you pushed him onto me?"
When Old Master Wen said this, Xie Mizhi in his arms was clearly taken aback.
Very soon, a hint of disappointment passed through Xie Mizhi's eyes.
The next second, moisture appeared in Xie Mizhi's eyes, and the rims turned red.
Old Master Wen was even less able to cope at that moment, somewhat flustered, "You..."
Wen Jingyan saw this scene and even his look toward his own father carried a hint of blame, "What's wrong with you? I just handed the kid over to you, and you've made him cry?"
How could Old Master Wen know!
He hadn't held children many times in his life and never expected Xie Mizhi to be so delicate, a child on the verge of tears over a single word.