Ji Qishu couldn't believe it. He leaped up from the sofa, walked over, squatted down, and picked up the little one, holding him in his arms: "Qin Hua, is this my son? My son?"
Chang Qinghua rolled her eyes at him: "If he's not your son, whose son is he? Go wash your hands with your son. I'm just about done with another dish. Once it's ready, we'll eat. I'm starving."
"Oh, oh oh!"
Ji Qishu took his son to the restroom, and new memories told him that his son was three years old this year and his nickname was Xiaoxiao.
"Xiaoxiao, my precious son? Ha, are you really my precious son?"
Ji Qishu was overjoyed. He pulled out his phone and called Ye Junqing: "Haha, Brother Qing, I have a son now, Ji Xiaoxiao, three years old this year. Can you believe it? I actually have a son, hahaha..."
Ye Junqing said, "Oh, congratulations, your dream came true. Is ZN still seeking revenge?"
"I must get revenge, otherwise I'm not Ji Qishu!"
