The little guy also glanced over, "Dad, did you say you might be a child your father picked up from outside? I feel like he doesn't love you at all."
...
Huo Jinnan's brow furrowed slightly, and he turned his head to look at the little guy.
The little guy pouted, "Or maybe after you were born to Gu Jizhou, there was a mix-up, and that's why he is actually your biological father."
Huo Jinnan lit a cigarette, "Go upstairs and sleep now."
"Oh!"
The little guy stood up, quickly picked up his cell phone, and glanced at Huo Jinnan as if he had accidentally hit on someone's sore spot.
Huo Jinnan didn't look at the little guy again.
"Then I'm off to bed. You should sleep early too, you can't stay up late at your age," the little guy muttered as though speaking to himself, holding his cell phone and happily heading towards the stairs.
Hearing "at your age," Huo Jinnan flicked ash from his cigarette, his eyes darkening slightly as he picked up his phone and dialed Che Huan's number.
