"Run slowly, don't fall."
Little Jixiang was a little slow to obey. When his father came closer, he rushed forward and hugged his father's thigh without letting go.
"Dad, where have you been? Ji Xiang is so worried about you."
Griffin Gu's heart warmed when he heard his son's milky voice and concern. He threw away the dry wood and hugged the little guy.
"Dad went to collect firewood." He ki33ed his son's bulging cheeks, "I'm sorry for making you worry."
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