Lu Zhiyuan took a sip of his soy milk and immediately choked on it, coughing loudly. Gu Ziyu calmly grabbed a tissue and wiped the soy milk off his hand, smiling sweetly. "Brother, stay calm."
"He's the son I picked up!" Gu Ci declared.
"How old is he...six or seven?" Lu Zhiyuan asked Gu Ziyu.
"Six!" Gu Ziyu promptly replied.
"Gu Ci, you're eighteen. How do you have such a big son?" Lu Zhiyuan turned to Gu Ziyu and asked, "Don't you have any family?"
Gu Ziyu hesitated for a moment, looking somewhat conflicted. "Dad, my family is all right here with me."
Gu Ziyu's soft and obedient smile revealed a hint of sadness. "If you don't want me, then I'm just an orphan."
Lu Zhiyuan felt an unexplainable sense of reprimand from Gu Ziyu's calm gaze.
