The little guy nestled in his arms and obediently nodded, "Okay, Daddy."
That "Daddy" was called out incredibly naturally, and it couldn't have been more fitting for the scene at hand.
The little guy was pretty clever. He Jingyao looked down at him and saw he still looked half asleep.
This way, he seemed even more credible.
He couldn't help but smile, walked into the dining room, and placed him on a chair.
On the other side, He Yirong caught up as if waking from a dream, "You little brat, you better explain what's going on here!"
"You already have a grandson; that's what's going on." He Jingyao looked at He Yirong with a slight smile, "And this child's mother is Zhixi, right, Xiaobao?"
As he said this, he cast a meaningful glance at the little guy.
Xiaobao's eyes widened, not quite catching on...
Dad actually knew everything?
When did Dad find out?
He hadn't revealed it... Mom couldn't blame him...
Thinking this, the little guy nodded with a beaming smile, "That's right."
