"brother-in-law!" little yan ran out of the house. he was wearing a beautiful red and gold jacket and a red hat. his face was still chubby and his arms and legs were short and thick. he looked like a beautiful new year's doll.
"don't go over." yan wangchuan hugged his son from behind.
fu chen was holding a knife in his hand. he wasn't an expert, so he might hurt himself. he was also worried about hurting his son by mistake.
at this time, fu chen had already started to carve words on the stone. he had learned the thin golden body, so he naturally wanted to carve similar words. thinking about it was one thing, but when he put it into practice, he realized that it was difficult.
" brother-in-law, wait here. i'll get you a stool. "
without waiting for the crowd to return to their senses, the little guy squeezed into the house and soon his childish voice could be heard, " sorry, make way, make way ... "
