Shen Zhiyi actually had no experience in taking care of children. The proposal to take care of Duan Jiaze was a spur of the moment decision; the child was both well-behaved and cute, too irresistible.
Fortunately, Duan Jiaze was very sensible. Apart from filling a whole shopping cart with snacks, he did not have any difficult demands, and he was not shy at all. Just like that, he followed Shen Zhiyi home.
Xiaodong was at Shen Zhiyi's home arranging gifts sent by a brand, and when he turned his head, he saw a mixed-race child and almost fell over in fright.
Duan Jiaze looked at her for a while before turning to find Shen Zhiyi, his voice clear, "Zhizhi!"
He had learned to call her that after hearing Pei Yu do it. Pei Yu wouldn't allow him to call her mom, and he was obedient. Now that he had learned a new Chinese term, he kept calling her "Zhizhi" nonstop.
Xiaodong asked blankly, "Sis, is this your son?"
Shen Zhiyi was speechless, "Do we look alike?"
"Then whose child is this?"
