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At that moment, he couldn't help but laugh. He patted Liu Cong's little head and said, "I really like you, my little troublemaker who loves to stir things up. You always manage to surprise me; it's thrilling."
Liu Cong listened, his innocent face showing a hint of pride and self-satisfaction.
Lei Zong'ao was not pleased with Huo Qi's praise. He shot him a glare and pulled the child away from Huo Qi, struggling to suppress the tremor in his voice. "Congbao, can you undo this mechanism?"
Though he wore a smile reminiscent of a cunning wolf, inside he was cursing and feeling anxious. "You little rascal, the fate of the entire Lei Family is in your hands right now. I would love to take matters into my own hands, but alas, I'm not as capable as you, my little bean. One wrong step and we're all done for; I can't risk it."
But the mischievous child was insistent on showing his grandfather his masterpiece. No amount of coaxing or scolding seemed to work; even when Lei Zong'ao raised his voice in frustration and gave a few swats, it had no effect.
The entire room echoed with the child's cries, incessantly calling out for Grandpa, which tugged at everyone's heartstrings.
Sang Qingxiao sighed and employed a complex soul-binding technique. The success rate of this technique was not high, but since Liu had just passed away, his longing outweighed any resentment. The only person he likely thought about in this world was this child. Therefore, his spirit would be searching for him; Sang Qingxiao just needed to project the child's voice out into the world, and he would come.
Sang Qingxiao opened a temporary celestial eye for himself and soon saw Liu's spirit rushing towards them. Ignoring the crowd around the small house, he reached out to embrace the child.
Liu Cong was pure and innocent, filled with desire in his heart. Without needing Sang Qingxiao's help, he could see Liu's spirit clearly.
The child stopped crying upon seeing someone and leaned towards his grandfather's embrace but stumbled instead. Liu's spirit eagerly wanted to help but knew his own state; he could only smile encouragingly at the child to get back up.
The child complied, standing up after brushing off his sore bottom with a silly grin on his face. "Grandpa, I miss you."
"I miss you too," Liu replied.
After interacting for a while, the child suddenly remembered his masterpiece and pointed at the wall. "Grandpa, look! I made this!"
Liu glanced at the wall and immediately changed his expression upon seeing it. Fearing that it might scare the child, he maintained a smile and asked gently, "Who told you to do this?"
"Grandpa did!"
"Grandpa didn't tell you directly to do this. Who said Grandpa wanted you to make it?"
"Dad said it was an exam question from Grandpa. If I do well, I can go home and see Grandpa."
Liu couldn't hold back any longer and shouted angrily, "You rascal! Liu Fan! How could you!"
The child flinched at the outburst, prompting Liu to quickly change his tone. "Congbao, don’t be scared; I'm just scolding your dad! You're the best; you never make Grandpa angry."
The child giggled again. "Yes! Congbao is good; I'm not mad."
Liu knew that this mechanism had to be destroyed, but he no longer had time to play with the child or solve puzzles together. So he coaxed gently, "Congbao, Grandpa is getting old and can't keep up with you anymore. This problem is too difficult for me; how about you teach me instead?"
The child looked puzzled for a moment but eventually nodded. Using the simplest words he could muster and slowing down his speech, he began teaching just like how Grandpa had once taught him.
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