As Little Jiajia turned his back to grab some snacks on the table, he rubbed his eyes hard!
Hmph, you don't like me, I don't acknowledge you, stinky Daddy!
"What about your Mummy?"
"My Mummy..." Little Jiajia hesitated to speak, looking at Chenxing with pure and pitiful eyes, showing an expression of loneliness, making anyone want to hold him gently and soothe him.
He extended his arms, wanting a hug from Gu Shaocheng, but Gu Shaocheng squinted his eyes and asked, "Tell Daddy, what's your Mummy's name?"
"My Mummy…" He could only muster these three words.
The curiosity of the others was heightened. Little Jiajia broke into tears, "Daddy doesn't even know Mummy's name. Daddy really doesn't love Mummy, nor Jiajia, wah…"
He pinched his thigh hard, struggling to squeeze out a few drops of tears.
He thought he had succeeded, yet Gu Shaocheng repeated, "Say your Mummy's name."
