He Jingyao knelt on one knee, looking directly into the little guy's eyes, his face void of any emotion, but his eyes were pitch black and very deep.
The little guy, overwhelmed by his aura, didn't dare to breathe heavily and nervously opened his mouth wide.
"Xiaobao," He Jingyao called out his name softly, "would you like me to give you an official name, hmm?"
The little guy rolled his eyes and chuckled, "No, no need... I'll wait for my dad to name me."
"Is that so," He Jingyao curled the corners of his lips slightly, "but just now, didn't you call me 'dad' very smoothly, hmm?"
"That was... that was to go along with you." Xiaobao thought quickly and used the word He Jingyao had just mentioned.
He Jingyao stretched out his hand to pinch his cheek, looking into his eyes: "Do you know Su Zixi? Or should I say, Gu Zhixi?"
"No... I don't know!" Xiaobao continued to chuckle, but his little face was clearly written with the word "guilty."
