"Really, daddy? Can I really have her as my mommy?"
Upon receiving such a reply, the little fella was so happy he climbed out of his bed at once. His dark and round eyes were trained on his father with elation. Beads of tears were still clinging onto his eyelashes.
"Ziming, that's!"
Madam Ji looked at the pair of father and son in shock, not knowing how to react to any of this.
"Daddy, what you said is for real, right?! You're not lying, are you?"
The little fella did not even wipe off his tear streaks as he stood up and stumbled toward his father.
Alas, his happiness was short-lived as his father's next words dealt him a fatal blow, making him not want to speak anymore.
"What I mean is that it's okay for me not to marry Qu Jingwan."
He looked at his dumb son's happy look and lightly informed with a raised brow.
Madam Ji: "…"
Mister Ji: "…"
The little fella: "…"
