If there were a third party present, observing the dialogue between Qi Taiguo and his son, they would find it exceptionally strange and bizarre.
The big one and the little one speaking isn’t surprising; they are father and son, after all, and speaking isn’t unusual. What makes it bizarre is the child’s earnest expression, just like an adult’s.
Imagine, a child only one and a half years old displaying the same grave and serious expression as an adult, how is one supposed to react?
Fortunately, there was no one else in the room, only Qi Taiguo who had long seen through his son’s nature, and the person involved.
Qi Xiaoqi retracted his gaze and said, "She is my mom!"
This one sentence represented his stance. Qi Taiguo couldn’t help but smile and ruffle his hair.
It’s a pity that Qi Xiaoqi is still young. If he were an adult, he would truly feel at ease. Now he’s too young, no matter how smart, he’s still just a one and a half-year-old child.
"You can’t do much, just keep her company and talk to her, comfort her," Qi Taiguo said. "In front of us, you don’t have to hide anything, say whatever you want to say."
Qi Xiaoqi nodded indifferently.
"Going to Aid Africa, is it for a promotion?" Qi Xiaoqi asked. Is it called a promotion?


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