C167 They're All the Same

Xiang Luxing sat on a high chair. His short legs could not reach the ground, and he was swaying in the air.

He was holding an ice cream in his hand. While digging, he looked at Xiang Chaojue, who was wearing a mask and casual clothes, sitting opposite him. "Dad, I have never seen you dressed like this."

He did not look like a social person anymore