"Put him down quickly, don't hurt him. You already injured him earlier. What kind of father are you, hurting your own child!"
Rong Shaoze remained unmoved, his dark eyes fixed on her as he asked sternly, "Make it clear, what exactly is going on? When did I have this child, and how come I don't know about it?"
"Put him down first."
Meeting Lin Xinlan's resolute gaze, Rong Shaoze had no choice but to place Xiaocong on his lap, but he did not return the child to her.
Xiaocong leaned against him, feeling the distinct masculine scent on his body, his little face turning slightly red with awkwardness and discomfort.
"Mommy..." He shifted his little bottom, and Rong Shaoze slapped his rear lightly as a signal for him to stop fidgeting.
Xiaocong was momentarily stunned, then felt a surge of grievance.
When others hit him, he would feel angry and furious, but never wronged.
