"Got it," Gu Hangshen's face remained downcast.
"Go take a shower and come out to eat! Don't worry, get closer to him, and he'll start paying attention to you!"
"Mhm."
Gu's mother looked at the treasure in her arms and whispered to him, "Xiao Nian, look at how pitiful your daddy is, let's let him hold you for a bit later, okay...?"
Xiao Nian looked at his grandmother with an innocent and unknowing expression.
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At night, when it was time to feed the milk, Gu's mother held Xiao Nian and intentionally had Gu Hangshen feed him with the bottle.
The little guy finally deigned to look at him or perhaps... it was the bottle he was looking at.
After feeding the milk, Gu Hangshen sat on the sofa reading a book, looking on at the close interaction and play between his son and his parents with a mixture of loneliness and envy.
During the days he had missed, he had evidently missed out on a lot of wonderful moments.
