"Dad, this is so delicious!" Even after returning home, Xuan'er's expression was still full of lingering delight. As she spoke, her face showed a greedy look.
Luo Bing, who was playing on his phone, saw the family return and quickly stood up to greet them.
"This child, you've made him so polite that it's making me a little uncomfortable," Luo Qinghan said, nudging Lin Xiao with his elbow after nodding.
"Isn't that a good thing?"
Lin Xiao chuckled. Xuan'er, meanwhile, sidled up to Luo Bing.
"Brother, are you playing games?"
"Yeah."
Luo Bing replied while intently operating his phone.
Lin Xiao glanced at it. It was the same game, "Nong Yao," that had become popular before he joined the army. Children played this now?
Could a six-year-old understand it?
Lin Xiao stretched and went to the kitchen to prepare. He had drunk some red wine earlier, and Xuan'er had been pestering him to taste it. If it weren't for his fatherly authority, the little girl would have actually drunk it.
However, as a trade-off, he had promised the little girl he would make her a cup of grape juice when they got home.
After he prepared the grape juice and walked out, he saw a scene that left him at a loss for what to do.
Luo Bing was playing on his phone, his face flushed red. His fingers pressed down with such force that it seemed like he was about to shatter the phone.
Not only that, but tears were streaming down his red-streaked face.
He bit his lip, clearly very emotional.
"Daddy!" Xuan'er saw Lin Xiao emerge and immediately grabbed his hand. "Daddy, Brother is crying."
As she spoke, Xuan'er leaned against Lin Xiao, looking at Luo Bing with great concern.
"What's wrong?"
Lin Xiao placed the fruit juice on the coffee table and walked over.
"They cursed me... and said I played badly... *sob sob sob*..."
Luo Bing finally couldn't hold back and began to cry loudly. As he cried, he wiped his tears and then frantically continued to operate his phone... Soon, the phone screen went dark.
Lin Xiao glanced at the match record. Indeed, the record was not good, but it wasn't bad enough to warrant crying, was it?
He watched from the side. The game ended in just over a minute. Lin Xiao spoke at this moment, "Do you want to win?"
"I want to... and I want to curse them back!"
Luo Bing put down his phone, clenching his fists. Moreover, the tears on his face had not yet dried before new ones began to fall...
After the little boy had cried for a while, Lin Xiao said, "A man, why cry over such a small matter?"
"I..."
"If you want to win, I'll teach you how to win," Lin Xiao said.
"Okay!"
Luo Bing nodded fiercely.
"Give me the phone."
Then Lin Xiao picked up his phone and began to explain as he started a game.
Before he went to Beijiang, he was one of the top players of "Nong Yao." This game was second nature to him. He hadn't played for four years, and it was still that simple. Moreover, his nephew was only a low-ranked player.
After one game, Luo Bing's view of Lin Xiao immediately became much grander.
His mouth hung open as he watched Lin Xiao explain and play. In this child's young heart, a decision was made: Lin Xiao was his idol!
...
Gu Qingyun was anxiously waiting in his room, holding his phone.
Finally, his phone rang.
When he answered the call, he suppressed the anxiety in his heart and asked, "How is it?"
"Mr. Gu, we found him."