While the older folks were closely comparing the faces of mother and son, He Jinnan noticed something was off and quickly walked over.
"Honey, what's wrong?" he asked, slightly furrowing his eyebrows towards the elders.
Xia Zhi shrugged, saying, "Well, you heard it, right?" No need for further explanation.
"It's nothing, look at this child, how handsome he is."
"Exactly, just like his mother, like they were carved from the same mold, both so beautiful."
The elderly people praised them a bit and went back to their seats to chat.
Xia Zhi muttered, "Quite vigilant."
Xuanzai saw his dad, and his face that had been aggrieved now looked even more so, and he started crying loudly.
He Jinnan picked up his son and gently pacified him, "Why are you crying?"
"Looking for you, I wager," Xia Zhi said helplessly, glancing at He Jinhong over there, "Call him over, let's sit here and chat."