A Soirée and a Father's Gift

Tilting his head in confusion, Rocco walked around the desk and approached him—only to be effortlessly scooped up and placed on his father's lap.

And just like that, they were back in the usual position.

Huh? Huhhh?

Before he could protest, his father pulled him into a tight hug, gently patting his back.

Oh no.

It was that move.

The ridiculously soothing one that always made him super sleepy.

And since it was already nighttime, it was even more effective than usual.

Rocco struggled to fight it, forcing his eyelids to stay open.

No! He refused to fall asleep before finishing his argument!

"I understand that you admire me, but you need to calm down," his father murmured. "There's no need for you to deliberately making a connections. With your charm, no matter who they are, they'll come swarming to you like hyenas."

"…Huh?"