"Okay," Gu Nanqiao nodded, "Make sure to ask him what he really thinks."
In her heart, she was indeed worried, but she also knew that worrying wouldn't help much.
Chengcheng was sitting on his little bed, playing with a toy car, and the building blocks that Mo Feng had bought for him were set aside without being touched.
When Huo Jingting walked in, his steps were very light, but Chengcheng still heard him, looked up, and saw him just as he reached the bedside and sat down.
Chengcheng looked behind him but didn't see Gu Nanqiao's figure, "Dad, aren't you with Mom?"
"I'll be with her later. I wanted to come and talk to you first."
Chengcheng pouted but said nothing.
"Do you want to go with your biological father?" Huo Jingting asked directly, as Chengcheng was a smart kid, there was no need to ask in a roundabout way.
Being direct spared saying anything unnecessary.
Chengcheng placed the toy car on the bed, then lifted his little face to look at him.
