Gu Juexi looked at his son's smug little face and sneered, "Other than him?"
"And Uncle Tom, Uncle George, Uncle Esme and many more who were after my mother. Which one do you want to hear about?" Ye Xicheng scoffed venomously.
Gu Juexi didn't know what to say.
Was this little boy really his son?
And why did that woman let so many men be around her?
"Oh except this one man who never visited—my own father," Ye Xicheng said sorrowfully.
"You should go to bed. You are too talkative!" Gu Juexi snapped and turned Ye Xicheng around, pushing him towards his bed.
Ye Xicheng let out a humph. He was the one who asked, then he complained about him being talkative when he answered.
Gu Juexi massaged his temples as he watched his son crawl back into bed. How did that little brat manage to get on his nerves every single time?
Gu Juexi stared crossly at Ye Yuwei who came into the room after washing the clothes.
