Pfft!
Why does this sound so strange?!
Tong Ran burst into laughter. She stood up holding her son, and Chennchenn rubbed his eyes and turned his little head, "Huh, Daddy, why aren't you speaking?"
Mo Nanjue lifted his head; his fedora and mask nearly hid his entire handsome face, revealing only a pair of dark eyes. His gaze landed on Chennchenn's face, and his hands hanging by his sides trembled slightly.
Tong Ran looked at the shattered emotions in the man's eyes and felt an intense discomfort in her heart, but Chennchenn was still small at this time. She couldn't explain so much to him, nor could she tell him that this is your real Dad, and the previous one was fake.
He was only four years old, and saying such things — Tong Ran couldn't predict what a four-year-old child would think or if Chennchenn could even accept it if…
Seeing both adults not speaking, Chennchenn furrowed his little brows, "Daddy, Mom, what's up with you?"
