Seeing them come out, Zhao Gushen immediately stood up straight.
Ye Xiaomo exclaimed in surprise, "Uncle Zhao!"
Clearly, Zhao Gushen is Xiaomo's dad, yet he calls him uncle.
Ye Feixin felt a little upset in her heart.
She felt that not telling Xiaomo about this was too selfish of her.
It wasn't fair to Zhao Gushen.
He didn't know about Xiaomo's existence before.
But after knowing, he didn't avoid it and wanted to fulfill his responsibilities.
Yet, he couldn't even be called "dad."
Ye Fei looked at Zhao Gushen, embarrassed and guilty.
But Zhao Gushen seemed completely unconcerned, first picking up Ye Xiaomo.
In his arms, Ye Xiaomo squirmed: "Uncle, I'm a big kid now, don't always carry me."
Despite saying this, the little guy's chubby hands tightly clutched Zhao Gushen's clothes.
Even those few struggles seemed a bit of an act.
Ye Xiaomo, in Zhao Gushen's arms, looked around.
Zhao Gushen was much taller than Ye Xiaofei.
The view was different from this height.
