Paternity Testing Center.
Rong Jiazze clutched the corner of the young man's coat, a touch of anxiety appearing on his pale, innocent face.
"Brother," he whispered, swallowing nervously, "what do you think our mom and dad are like? Will they like me? Do I look like them? And my voice..."
The child's voice can never be fully restored.
For the rest of his life, he could only speak softly, and his voice was somewhat hoarse and unpleasant.
Rong Zhi responded with a calm "mm," holding his chubby little hand and softly pressing twice on the back of his hand to reassure him, his voice tranquil and soothing: "They will like you."
No one dislikes their own child.
Of course, there are exceptions.
Rong Jiazze nodded, comforted by the steady and composed tone, and unconsciously calmed down with Rong Zhi's presence.
