"Zhouzhou, go." At this moment, a childish voice came from the side; it was Wei Zhou.

“You…” Wei Qing was somewhat surprised.

His son, having lost his mother at a young age, disliked being around people other than his family. Surprisingly, under these circumstances, he was willing to ride in a carriage with strangers, even though his benefactor was among them.

Are you sure you can do it?

Wei Qing picked up his son gently.

The child patted his chest and said, "Zhouzhou is a man, he's not afraid of bad guys, and he'll protect his benefactor, sister."

Father and Grandma both seemed to be very afraid of that black uncle, so the responsibility of protecting their benefactor sister fell to him alone.

The little baby instantly felt a great sense of responsibility.

Seeing his son's serious expression, Wei Qing patted his head with satisfaction.

"Alright, I'll leave this to you. But if you want to come back, or if anything happens, just shout 'Father!'"

Although he was at ease with the help of his benefactor, Wei Qing would always unconsciously feel a little more tender towards the only child his wife had left behind.

"Mmm!" The child nodded emphatically, reached out his little hands to hug his father, and smiled as he gave him a sweet kiss.

"Father, you are so good."

Wei Qing chuckled softly, hugged his soft body for a while longer, and then said, "Then go quickly."

"Okay!" The child didn't dawdle. He slid down from Wei Qing's arms in a few seconds and ran to the carriage.

Wei Qing followed, intending to lift him onto the carriage, but saw the toddler, who wasn't even as tall as the carriage wheel, calling out in a childish voice, "Benefactor sister, are you there?"

“Zhouzhou has come to play with you. The carriage is too high for me to get on. Can you come down and carry me? I’m very light and it won’t be difficult for me.”

Wei Qing chuckled and stopped in his tracks.