"Fu Shiyi, are you leaving or not?"
After twenty minutes, He Chi could not stand it any more.
"I am leaving now, shouldn't I say goodbye to my nephew and niece?"
Fu Shiyi still refused to leave the two children. If it had not been for his brother's deterrence, he would have taken his lovely nephew and niece home.
"You are leaving, not dying. Is there a need to make such a big fuss?" He Chi complained.
Every day, he would stare at the two children when he saw them, and when he was driven away by his brother, he would watch the pictures and videos on his phone. He had had enough.
Luckily, he knew that it was his brother's child.
Those who did not know better would think that he was the dumb-headed father.
Then Fu Shiyi did not eat breakfast but spent the entire morning drooling over his two nieces and nephews.
When his brother left for work, He Chi kept urging him to leave for the airport.