The Pulton Family had heard so many blunt remarks from Hua Jian that hearing him suddenly soften and show vulnerability was surprisingly gratifying.
He gave a quiet huff. "As my son, whether you're in F Country or anywhere else, you can hold your head high."
Hua Jian murmured an offhand acknowledgment, but his brows drew together.
That bear named Les had no sense of boundaries. Bo Lin had moved several times to avoid him, yet he kept following.
"All right, most of the guests are here. Come downstairs with me."
The head of Puer put away his smile. Hua Jian raised a hand to lightly support him, and they went downstairs together.
Glasses clinked in the hall amid soft music, but the guests' attention was focused entirely on the second floor.
The moment Poulton and Hua Jian appeared, they caught everyone's attention.
Les clung to Bo Lin like a piece of sticky candy, his gaze as venomous as a snake's.
Bo Lin thought that if they weren't in full view of everyone, he would have punched Les's face swollen.
Just as he had that time in his apartment.
"Uncle, Little Flower Uncle and Grandpa Poulton are coming downstairs!" Qi Fanling exclaimed excitedly, tugging at Bo Lin's hand.
Bo Lin turned to look.
Les didn't understand much Chinese, but he recognized Poulton's name in what the little girl said.
Following everyone else's gaze, he was instantly captivated by the Eastern man descending the stairs, as beautiful as a god.
His heart gave a violent jolt, and he whipped his head toward Bo Lin.
Sure enough, Bo Lin's usually cold, scowling face was now filled with tenderness and affection.
Les's heart ached terribly. Bo Lin had never looked at him that way.
He abruptly turned back toward Hua Jian. That pretty, slick-looking