Under the warm light, his low voice slowly rang out, steady and calm.
Qiao Mo finished her work and saw that he still hadn't returned, so she quietly walked to the door next door.
"Uncle, are you my dad?"
After a few stories, Chenchen looked at Fu Nancheng with both anxiety and anticipation.
He was slightly stunned, as if unable to immediately recover from hearing this title.
After a long while, he gently rubbed his little head, "Yes, I am Chenchen's dad."
Chenchen's little face was full of excitement: "Then can I call you dad?"
"Of course you can." Fu Nancheng's eyes were slightly moist, involuntarily recalling the child in Qiao Mo's womb three years ago.
Those photos and fetal movements are still vivid in memory, yet he never got to see the world.
"Daddy...?" Chenchen asked timidly, cautiously speaking in a small voice.
"Yes, good boy."
Chenchen showed a big smile, how wonderful, it turns out he also has a dad!
