After Chu Xiuhuang and his family of three left, Huo Jingshen spoke up, "It's getting late, let's head back too."
"What's the rush?" Su Wanwan forked a piece of watermelon into her mouth, "It's a rare weekend. Isn't it nice to spend more time with your godson?"
Huo Jingshen glanced at the little rascal sitting on the floor playing with toy cars by the sofa, his brows furrowed tightly.
"Nuonuo, did you call godfather today?"
Little Nuonuo, hearing Su Wanwan's voice, looked up and accurately turned to Huo Jingshen, calling out in a milky voice, "God-dah!"
Huo Jingshen: "…"
The kid is over two years old and still can't speak clearly?
Clearly, it's the parents' irresponsibility, not teaching him properly!
His daughter definitely couldn't end up like this…
"What are you doing? Didn't you hear Nuonuo calling you?" Su Wanwan nudged him.
"Ahem." Huo Jingshen coughed twice and then pulled out his phone to look at it.
