Ye Wuge has finally become a dad, holding his son as he proudly walks around the hall.
As he sees them walk in, he immediately greets them excitedly.
With an expression full of pride, he looks at Xiao Moli, "My son."
Xiao Moli snorts, his eyes sweeping over Xiao Yining and Xiao Qian'ai.
In comparison, it's like he's biting off more than he can chew.
Ye Wuge rolls his eyes at him, "Just you wait, I'll have two kids in three years."
Xiao Moli scoffs disdainfully, "You should first take care of Jiayin and your father-in-law."
Considering his understanding of Uncle Jialan, after bullying Jiayin for so many years, it's unlikely Jialan wouldn't torment Ye Wuge for a few years before he could marry Jiayin.
Ye Wuge is rendered speechless; for the past month, Jiayin's father has resented him to death.
It's like guarding against a thief, practically sitting on a small stool outside the bedroom door to keep watch.
He hasn't even had the chance to talk alone with Jiayin.
