Bai Yuwei glanced at the little twerp who suddenly appeared to steal her grandfather's attention and let out a disdainful scoff.
"My grandfather hates kids the most. He's definitely not going to pick you up!"
As expected, the Miao King looked at the tiny, milk-scented child in front of him and made no move to embrace her.
"What did I say?"
Bai Yuwei clapped her hands triumphantly. Her grandfather doted on her the most; even when she was little, he barely held her. How could he possibly hold someone else's child?
Bao Shu tilted her tiny head upward and stretched out her pale, chubby little arms. "Great-grandpa, hug!"
The Miao King began an internal battle.
It had been years since he'd last held a child. His arms were out of practice, and the little thing was so small—what if he accidentally hurt her?
He tried his best to keep a stern expression.
When Bao Shu saw that her great-grandpa wouldn't hold her, she didn't get discouraged. She promptly clung to the Miao King's leg.