“Dad!” Cedric’s expression changed and he hurried over. He held He Xiong with one hand, and stroking his back vigorously with the other.
Rowan was so scared that he immediately stood up: “Uncle, are you okay?”
He Xiong took a deep breath, brushed away his son’s hand, looked at Rowan and asked, “Is it Rowan again?”
Rowan frowned and nodded.
“Good, good, good.”
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