Li Xian had never expected him to throw anything outright. He looked in the direction Ji Xie had been flung. After landing with a splat, Ji Xie really did lie motionless like a lifeless toy.
Li Xian craned his neck, wanting another look, but Li Yuanqing had already stood back up and taken his hand. He led Li Xian inside and shut the door.
"...Dad, I actually liked that toy."
Li Xian forced himself to say it.
Li Yuanqing took off his coat and draped it over the chair by the door, then asked, unmoved:
"You like a toy that came from who knows where and clings to you for dear life?"
Li Xian fell silent at once.
...Sure enough, whether in reality or in the game, his dad was never easy to fool.
He had figured that letting Ji Xie cling to him would only put Li Yuanqing on alert, so he had simply told him to loosen his grip and pretend to be an ordinary toy. He hadn't expected him to get thrown out anyway.
After changing his clothes, Li Yuanqing sat down on the sofa and turned on the television with the remote. Li Xian glanced at the clock in confusion.
Wasn't it still ages until the evening news?
So Li Xian sat down on the sofa too, curious about what "his dad" would choose to watch at a time like this.
A documentary, probably?
He silently guessed as he followed Li Yuanqing's selections through the rows of programs on the screen. Every time Li Xian thought he would click on something, he skipped past it instead.
Li Xian found this a little strange.
It wasn't that this behavior was completely unlike his father. He just rarely remembered seeing him hesitate over anything.
That only made him