Wen Jiaren looked at Mu Qian, and now he seemed like a helmsman clutching great power, a king governing the tiller of the world. His aura and imposing stance bore the demeanor of a sovereign, causing hearts to flutter, leaving one shaken and unable to regain their composure for a long while.
A man's commanding presence did not necessarily need to be exhibited on the battlefield or business field to awe people; sometimes, it was the unintentional displays that revealed his true nature, which did not require any pretense or affectation. That innately haughty and noble temperament could make one feel that this man had the potential to look down upon the world.
Mu Xiao looked at his father, his eyes brimming with admiration, "In the future, I also want to be like Dad."
Having snapped out of her shock, Wen Jiaren squatted down in front of the little baby, her bright eyes twinkling, "Xiao'er, you certainly can do it, and even surpass Dad."
