"Your dad is a good man too."
Jiang Chen said with a smile.
"Thank you, Uncle."
The little boy immediately looked up to thank him, then started eating the cookies. He didn't keep pestering them to hurry and save his father; his thoughtfulness made one's heart ache.
Fang Weiguo sighed endlessly and muttered, "I'll go help out in the kitchen."
Ten-odd minutes later, the dishes were served.
The little boy, Wei Wujie, sat properly on the chair and even wanted to go scoop rice by himself, but was stopped by Pan Hui. He seemed even stronger than an adult.
The saying "poor children grow up early" was made flesh at this moment.
"Kiddo, where do you and your dad live?"
"Over by Nanhu Road, it's about the same as Grandma's place here. But a bit smaller than Grandma's."
"Is it a rented place?"
"Mm."
The little boy suddenly looked over at Fang Qing and said in a small voice, "Aren't lawyers supposed to make a lot of money?"
