He Jingyao watched him expressionlessly.
Xiaobao’s gaze darted around, "Wasn’t it you who told me to call you Uncle ..."
"So what should you call me?" He Jingyao narrowed his eyes slightly, his demeanor carrying a hint of threat.
Xiaobao pouted and hung his head, no longer speaking.
Does Dad know or not ... Anyway, he can’t let Dad find out from him.
If he calls out "Dad" again, he would completely expose himself, and Mom would definitely be angry with him.
Thinking this, the little guy clamped his mouth shut, determined not to speak a word.
He Jingyao let out a cold laugh.
It must have been that woman Su Zixi who instructed him. She had sent this child to his side, yet did not want him to know the child’s identity ... What exactly was she trying to do?
Did she think this would somehow make up for everything?
"When is your birthday?" He Jingyao asked, softening his tone.
Xiaobao immediately breathed a sigh of relief; this question he could answer!
"August 22! I’m three years and three months old!" he said with a big smile.
He Jingyao’s eyes darkened slightly.
If he estimated correctly, this child would have been conceived just a few days before the explosion.
If not for that accident, he would have been involved in every part of this child’s birth and growth, but now, he had missed it all.
He was beginning to understand why the woman Su Zixi could bear to hide away for four years; it seemed that the existence of this child was her greatest comfort.
So she thought he would be lonely? Did she actually send the child to him on purpose, to let him experience some family joy?
She hadn’t even given the child a Chinese name yet, obviously intending to reserve that right for him.
The little guy showed no shyness around him, indicating that Su Zixi never concealed anything from the child and even tried hard to establish his image and authority as a father in front of the child ...
He remembered the words the little guy had said that day.
My mom really loves my dad.
He Jingyao’s throat moved, and suddenly he didn’t know whether to feel angry or touched.
"I owe you several birthday presents," He Jingyao’s voice was low, "What do you like? I’ll make it up to you."
"Really?" Xiaobao exclaimed excitedly, hugging his neck, "Dad ... uh ... you’re so nice!"
He Jingyao raised an eyebrow, "What were you just about to call me?"
"...I didn’t call out anything," Xiaobao’s voice revealed a hint of guilt.
It’s over, he seemed to be exposing more and more ...
"What do you want?" He Jingyao smiled, touching his cheek.
He suddenly noticed that the little fellow’s large eyes, clear black and white, were almost identical to Su Zixi’s.
... The Su Zixi from four years ago, not the one who had surgery later.
With this thought, He Jingyao felt a bittersweet pang in his heart.
The little guy rolled his eyes, suddenly giggling, "I don’t lack anything now ... Can I tell you later when I’ve decided?"
"Okay," He Jingyao smiled faintly, holding his soft body, his voice growing husky, "Your mom has taken very good care of you."
"Of course, Mom is the best," Xiaobao said with a sigh, "I’m starting to miss her."
Let’s see, has Mom already been gone for three days? He hadn’t seen Mom for three whole days!
This was the first time he had been apart from his mom for so long!
He Jingyao curled the corner of his mouth, "Would you like to call Mom?"
Xiaobao’s eyes lit up!