Xu Zijin curled his lips, signaling his response to Old Dai.
Old Dai looked down at Douya at his feet, a little dumpling carved out of jade; his features were deep and pronounced, just like his father's.
"This child looks great, with your aura," Old Dai stroked his whitening beard and laughed heartily.
Only then did Xu Zijin follow Old Dai's gaze and look down at his son, "Douya, greet Grandpa Dai."
"Hello Grandfather Dai, happy birthday." Douya's words were sweet, and the latter sentence was not taught by Xu Zijin; he said it himself.
"Ah, thank you, Douya, such a sweet little mouth, a good child." Old Dai laughed even more joyfully and pulled out a small gold pig from his pocket to give to Douya.
Meanwhile, many people watched from the side.
"What a pity it is for Xu Zijin, at such a prime age, to be living alone with a tagalong."
