Pingping was still very skeptical, "Uncle, didn't you say before that we weren't father and son?"
He still voiced his doubts.
"Don't call me uncle, I'm not your uncle." Gu Tingjue corrected earnestly, "There was some misunderstanding before, I am actually your dad."
The man's voice was deep and magnetic, as pleasant to hear as a cello.
Pingping's eyes widened dramatically, an incredulous look on his face, "Really? Is there no mistake?"
Was it a misunderstanding before?
Pingping suddenly felt very complicated, with both doubt and surprise.
Gu Tingjue's gaze lingered on the three adorable little ones in front of him, a smile in his eyes as he said with utmost certainty, "Yes, I am very sure, I am your dad."
Seeing them, he had understood what the saying "blood is thicker than water" truly meant. That sense of familiarity was inseparable.
Pingping still had a strong guard up, "Did you go see mommy yesterday?"
