The Warm Hospitality

Deng Tianlin looked at his daughter and sighed. Why was she so introverted? Caressing her face, he spoke, "I'm Deng Tianlin. I would like to thank you all in advance for your care and guidance."

He was indeed the youngest dad among the five of them.

Wu Mubai, who was the last to arrive, took a step forward with his son, "Hello, everyone. I'm Wu Mubai. This is my son."

"Hello, uncles. My name Is Wu Yu, but you can call me An An. I'm five years old," he raised his hand and stuck out five fingers to emphasize his point.

After the four pairs of father and child had finished introducing themselves, Mo Boyuan used the tip of his foot to nudge his son's butt, "Your turn," he prodded.

The little boy was pushed forward, but he still held on to Boyuan's hand tightly and pursed his lips nervously. Boyuan sighed and immediately moved forward to stand beside his son. Seeing his father by his side, the little boy's nervousness lessened significantly.