That child was the one who always called Ningning an orphan who didn't have a father or mother.
Now that he was choked back by Ningning, his voice was obviously much weaker:
"Then... Then where's your father? Why didn't he come?"
Could it be that only his mother didn't have a father?
Young man, who said he doesn't exist just because he didn't show up?
Without a father, could it be that his mother had self-bred a child?
The little guy immediately raised his hand and pointed to the side that was already very far away, introducing,
"The one getting into the car is my father."
Mo Boyuan seemed to have sensed something and turned around to take a look. Father and son's eyes met, and the little guy repeatedly waved his hand.
Mo Boyuan couldn't do such a childish act like waving his hand, but he still extended two fingers and gestured to his son to leave first.
"Bye, Daddy," the little man shouted loudly.
