Thinking about his usual indifference towards Mu Shaoling, Yang Chuxia couldn't help but ask, "Chengcheng, do you miss your dad?" Upon hearing this, Chengcheng didn't speak for a long time.
"You don't miss him?"
Chengcheng lowered his head, and Yang Chuxia thought he didn't miss his father, inwardly wondering, Mu Shaoling, just what kind of failure are you?
Unexpectedly, soon after came the sound of a child sobbing.
Yang Chuxia lifted his face, the little nose was red, and tears were streaming down.
Seeing this look, Yang Chuxia felt a pang of sadness, patted his back, and hugged him tightly, "Be good, Chengcheng, don't cry, your dad will definitely come back."
This child really does care, though he acts cold on the outside, deep down he has feelings.
"Really?" Chengcheng choked as he asked.
"Of course it's true." Yang Chuxia said, "How could Auntie lie to you? Let me count, hmm, about when your little sister is born, your dad should be back."
