He Yirong frowned and pondered for a long time.
He cast his gaze on the little boy again and pointed at He Jingyao, asking, "Is he really your dad?"
"Yes." Xiaobao said with a beaming smile, "Daddy even sleeps with me at night and tells me bedtime stories."
…A three- or four-year-old child, if lying, couldn't possibly be completely without a trace.
He Yirong watched for a long time but couldn't discern any clue, and besides, the child really was exquisitely adorable. To say that he was from their He Family bloodline… He Yirong truly couldn't find a way to refuse.
He patted the little guy's head and stood up, glancing at He Jingyao: "Come out with me."
After speaking, he left the dining room.
He Jingyao put down his knife and fork, told Xiaobao to continue eating, and then stood up.
Outside the dining room, He Yirong's face was still full of gloom. Seeing He Jingyao, he didn't look any happier.
