Jiang Xiaoquan watched his father nervously.
At this moment, Jiang Shaoyi slightly opened his mouth, discovering that his tongue seemed much more obedient than usual, a realization that instantly changed the look in his eyes.
"Re... I..."
Having not spoken for seven or eight years, Jiang Shaoyi seemed to have forgotten how to pronounce.
Although his tongue was much more flexible, he was still somewhat uncomfortable.
Seeing this, Lu Jiu immediately guided him, "Uncle, who is he?"
With that, Lu Jiu pointed at Jiang Xiaoquan.
Jiang Shaoyi opened his mouth, "My... son..."
Hearing this, Jiang Xiaoquan both cried and laughed.
For the past seven or eight years, apart from making the sound "ah," his father couldn't say anything else.
Now, hearing his father call him "son" again, Jiang Xiaoquan was filled with indescribable excitement.
Jiang Shaoyi looked at Jiang Xiaoquan, tears welling up in his eyes.
