Xiao Mo called out for mom and dad, without needing any further explanation.
He called it out so openly and rightfully.
In the father's column, his name was written.
Zhao Yumo's full name was printed there.
Back when they were at the old house, Xiao Mo rarely clung to Zhao Gushen's side.
Calling out for dad repeatedly in a sweet, sticky voice.
He seemed so eager to roll around on Zhao Gushen's leg that Zhao Gushen couldn't bear to leave him at the old house.
Tonight is also the night when the three of them truly became a family.
It was very important to Xiao Mo, too.
Now that Xiao Mo got into bed, the little guy thought about it and giggled under the covers.
The feeling was different.
Before, even though he knew Zhao Gushen was his dad, his real dad,
there was always a sense of being a guest.
But now, it's really his own home.
"Look at your silly expression," Zhao Gushen couldn't help but tease.
But after teasing, he couldn't help but laugh as well.
