Nian Zichen walked a bit faster, crossed the road, and reached out to grab Fu Yunhe's arm.
"Dad, I heard you, no need to shout."
In an instant, Fu Yunhe realized his son was embarrassed by him, thinking he was losing face. He really was growing up.
"Nian Zichen, is this your father? Hello, uncle, I'm Nian Zichen's friend, my name is Du Chen."
Du Chen was a particularly outgoing and sunny kid. After introducing himself, he looked at the unremarkable Fu Yunhe and wondered why Nian Zichen was so good-looking. Was it a genetic mutation?
Is this the person who made a big scene in the classroom today? Somehow, it didn't quite match up.
"Yes, this is my dad, and that's my mom."
Nian Zichen introduced with some reluctance, as kids his age often shared a common trait: being unwilling for their friends to meet their parents, regardless of whether the parents were heroes or ordinary people.
