Mingyu sensed that his daddy was secretly getting angry, so he didn't dare to play any more tricks and sat quietly in his daddy's arms. Occasionally, he would look up at his daddy with those pure, clear eyes, which in turn softened Fan Shaoming's heart, realizing that his silent motion just now had caused a misunderstanding for his son. He slightly lowered his head to kiss his son's small face and asked softly, "Why aren't you talking?"
"I just want to look at daddy. I'm afraid this moment is just a daydream I'm having."
Hearing this, Fan Shaoming felt extremely heartbroken. He had spent so little time with this child. Holding his son tightly, he said softly, "Mingyu, daddy has been too busy to play with you. From now on, every weekend, daddy will try to make some time to come here and play with you until you don't want to come anymore, okay?"
Mingyu nodded eagerly, wrapping his arms around his father's waist and acting coquettishly: "Daddy, I love you."
