Hu Feng and Kong Qianqian did not have as many thoughts as their fathers.
To them, although Lin Fan was good-looking, he was unbearably smug in everyday life. Whenever children his age gathered together, he ignored everyone.
At such a young age, he neither played nor frolicked, nor did he discuss martial arts with everyone. Usually, he simply lay by himself and looked at the sky.
Naturally, such a personality did not fit in. Over time, everyone came to reject him.
After suppressing themselves for so long, the children no longer cared about much else. They simply wanted to teach Lin Fan a lesson.
"Lin Fan, come play with us," Hu Feng called out to him.
Lin Fan had been standing beside Lin Xia. Hearing Hu Feng call him, he said to Lin Xia, "Father, I'll go over for a while."
"Mm, go on. Remember to behave yourself. Forget it, you should spend more time playing with them."
Lin Xia sighed softly. This son of his was good in every way, except that he was far too quiet and sensible. He had none of a child's innocent liveliness. At such a young age, he was already well-read and reasonable, never talking back to adults. Other than not liking to do things in daily life, one could hardly find any fault with him.
Yet Lin Xia always felt that Lin Fan lacked something. He had only this one son and wished he could give him all his love, but he somehow had no idea where to begin.
He could only hope that being around children his own age would awaken a little childish innocence in him.
When Lin Fan came over, Hu Feng puffed out his chest and belly and spoke loudly.
"Qianqian, I already told my father that in this