"After breakfast, Dad will take you to the company, okay? You have been there before."
"Okay."
As long as he doesn't go to kindergarten or stay home alone, he is happy to be with Dad anywhere.
With the little guy's shoes on, Jun Moyan carried him downstairs for breakfast.
Sitting in the car, the little guy was quiet, either looking ahead or out the window, not saying much.
Jun Moyan looked at him, trying several times to find something to say, but didn't know what, so he just watched him all the way to the company entrance without speaking.
The little guy held Jun Moyan's hand, following him through the company door.
Jun Moyan was tall and had long legs, even when slowing down, the little guy, only three years old and not as high as Jun Moyan's legs, still couldn't keep up.
The little guy, understanding, didn't ask to be carried by Jun Moyan; he used his short little legs to catch up, occasionally needing to run a bit, melting the hearts of everyone in the lobby.
