That report was crumpling in Li Shaoling's hand.
He could clearly feel that his heart, lying dormant for years was now thumping powerfully and energetically, with every drop of blood in his body boiling.
Such remarkable irony. He was at once convinced and in disbelief.
After being a single man for twenty-eight years, how could it not be terrifying for a son to pop out of nowhere?
Ji Weixi's son was his!
So, he was her man?
Why was he finding that a little awkward?
To think he felt being cuckolded…
Was it possible to cuckold oneself?
"Where have you been all these years? Why didn't you take me in?" Jiayu asked a little sadly.
Li Shaoling lifted his hand and stroked his head stiffly. "I don't know."
His memories were blank when it came to four years ago.
"You wife-abandoning scumbag!" The tot blurted.
