"My mommy is definitely my daddy's," Xiaobao hugged his arm tightly, snuggling up against him. "Mommy really likes Daddy."
"Do your daddy and mommy like you?" He Jingyao looked down at him.
"Of course!" He puffed out his chest proudly.
"But you just said your mommy doesn't want you anymore," He Jingyao calmly probed. "You also mentioned that your daddy wouldn't give you a proper name."
This child's statements were full of contradictions.
As expected, Xiaobao was at a loss, furrowing his brows in deep thought.
He Jingyao chuckled softly, patting his head and saying, "Did you run away from home?"
"No," he shook his head.
"Then why do you insist on sticking with me, huh?"
"No reason," he murmured meekly, snuggling closer to him as if scared that He Jingyao would leave him behind.
The child was tight-lipped.
He Jingyao rubbed his temples, finally giving up on questioning. Soon, the car stopped.
He carried the little fellow out of the car and walked across the street.
