Chapter 1293

Henry let out a sorrowful wail, upset because his grandpa wouldn't let him play. Mia scooped him up, taking him to wash his hands while he cried out for a "hug and cuddle!". Even though his grandson had ruined his artwork, Hansen's heart was still soft. He put aside his calligraphy brush, picking up Henry to wash the dark ink off his little hands.

Once they were clean, Henry started crying again, insisting on playing with the brush. He clung to his grandpa, and eventually, Hansen gave in, guiding Henry's tiny, tender hands with his own wrinkled ones to draw lucky phrases on the paper. Luckily, Henry didn't have much strength, so Hansen could control the brush's movement.

When Andre came home, he noticed two scrolls drying in the yard, one with a tiny handprint. The moment he saw it, he knew exactly who the culprit was! Entering the living room, he found Hansen looking resigned, while Mia watched their sweet son. Henry was supposed to be writing neatly on paper, but instead, he was pressing the brush down hard, turning its tip into a frayed mess.

yet destructive son, who was sweeping the table like it was a cleaning cloth, and then at his wife, who

brought it to his father to admire. Andre, looking at the two pieces of paper and the pitiful brush, joked, "Dad, how about we

him!" Hansen replied, lifting Henry by the armpits and placing him in Andre's

to hang the scrolls, Hansen insisted on putting up

closely. "Chad, how many scoldings do

on how much mischief

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