Song Zhen gently patted George's shoulder, "Right, right, right, we are silly! We are silly!"
The slight George, finally under Song Zhen's patient and gentle consolation, slowly, little by little, stretched out his small hand and circled Song Zhen's neck.
Watching the scene of father and son embracing, Little Xiahua sobbed, wiping her tears while saying, "It's so touching, sob~ It's so touching~"
Shen Shiqing smiled contentedly.
Qi Lei couldn't resist pulling out his phone and quietly took a photo of Song Zhen.
He felt that today was a day to remember for both Song Zhen and George.
After Song Zhen had soothed George's emotions, his eyes and brow lit up with a smile, and like magic, he conjured a small gift box in front of the child.
He handed the small gift box to George, "This is a gift from Daddy, see if you like it?"
George looked uncertainly at Song Zhen, then at the gift box, seemingly at a loss.