The innocent voices echoed in the old house, adding a touch of liveliness to its usually solitary days.
Zheng Haoyu quickly moved a few steps to hand his coat to the servant. He stretched out his hands to pick up Lian Ze, lifting him up two times which induced a burst of cheerful laughter from Lian Ze.
He placed Lian Ze around his neck, and they wobbled into the hall. Luo Qing smiled; it was hard to imagine Zheng Haoyu being such a joyful father before. Maybe after Su Nian gave birth, they could raise their child themselves.
Once they reached the pile of blocks, Zheng Haoyu set Lian Ze on the carpet. Lian Ze grabbed his hand and said, "Dad, blocks."
Zheng Haoyu ruffled his hair, laughing and said, "Alright, Dad will play blocks with you."
Zheng Peng tactfully went off to the side. Zheng Haoyu sat down on the carpet and started to stack blocks with Lian Ze.
