Rong Shaoze asked incredulously, "Xinlan, did I hear wrong?"
"... You didn't hear wrong." Lin Xinlan nodded dumbfoundedly.
"How did he know to call me dad?" Rong Shaoze was even more puzzled.
Xiaocong was the first to react. He laughed proudly, "It was me, it was me! I point at dad's photo every day and teach him to call dad, I didn't expect he'd remember it all."
Rong Shaoze smiled slightly, feeling somewhat moved and warm inside.
Even though Xiaocong was very angry on the surface that he married another woman, privately, he was still working hard to teach Xiaotian to call him dad, which showed deep down, he still considered him his dad.
Putting Xiaocong down, Rong Shaoze stepped forward to take Xiaotian from Lin Xinlan's arms, and coaxed him softly, "Son, say dad one more time."
Xiaotian was not at all scared of strangers. He stared at him, then giggled, "Baba..."
Perhaps it's a natural bond between father and son, Xiaotian was very close to him and not afraid at all.
