Ling Sheng turned around and met the man's gentle, comforting eyes. Instantly, the warmth and gratitude in her chest made her nose ache and her chest swell.
When he heard this voice, Xiaoqi's red eyes became misty again. He looked at the man, bit his lips, and clenched his fists.
Uncle Jun had said that he was his father.
The word "father" had been brewing in his heart for a long time, fermenting and warming his heart slowly.
He wondered if Uncle Jun was a god who would descend from the sky to help him and Mommy.
Jun Shiyan, who was sitting in a wheelchair, only stopped when he was in front of the woman and child. He shielded them and looked at the person opposite him. "I'm Xiaoqi's father and her husband. Tell me what's wrong!"
Xiaoqi was his son?
He was Xiaoqi's father?
