Yanling was dizzy from being spun around, holding his head tightly and screaming continuously. Though frightened, he knew this man would never throw him out.
"Son, call me again." Li Yeqi's voice quivered with excitement.
Ever since he learned Yanling was his son, he longed to hear him call him dad personally. Previously, there was a barrier between them, and he knew forcing him to change would only make him resistant.
He even felt he might never hear him call him dad in this lifetime. He didn't expect the surprise to come so suddenly.
Yanling hesitantly called out again, "Dad."
"Good son, call me once more." Li Yeqi looked up at him, eyes glistening with suspicious moisture.
Yanling looked down at him, no longer feeling awkward. He earnestly called out, "Dad!"
An obstruction seemed to clog Li Yeqi's throat; he opened his mouth, but couldn't speak for a while, only hugged Yanling tightly, not wanting the child to see his loss of composure, "My good son."
