Thinking of this, the little guy decided to have a heartfelt talk with Dad.
When Lu Lingxiao returned home, Lu Youheng sauntered down from the stairs with his hands in his pockets.
Lu Lingxiao glanced up at him and sat down on the couch.
Lu Youheng approached his father and said earnestly, "Dad, can I talk to you?"
"Hmm?"
Lu Youheng looked behind him to make sure the nanny wasn't in the living room, then he moved a chair from the corner and sat opposite his dad.
But because the chair was a bit low, he couldn't muster the presence needed compared to his dad, so he moved the chair away and brought over a tall stool used for plants. After climbing up, he felt it was too much and kind of scary, so he had to climb back down and return the stool to its place.
Having no other choice, he decided to just stand in front of his dad.
Lu Lingxiao watched him fussing about with a bemused look on his face.
