If he was half as good as Chu Zhaoyang, no, even one third as good as Chu Zhaoyang, he wouldn't be so resentful!
Seeing that Chu Han actually took out his phone and wanted to call the police, Chu Jiahong was furious and hurriedly said: "I'll say it!"
"Where?" The old man stared at him fiercely, as if he was staring at an enemy.
"Dad, do you really want to call the police? Aren't you afraid of losing our family?" Chu Jiahong said again.
"You are the one who did this nasty thing. If you dare to do it, don't be afraid of being embarrassed." The old man shouted loudly, "Stop talking nonsense! Speak quickly!"
"In the attic..." Chu Jiahong had to say.
Chu Han immediately went up with his people.
Just in time, they met Chu Zhaoyang and Gu Nian who were heading up to the third floor.
"Young Master Chu, Young Madam, we asked, the young master is in the attic." Chu Han said immediately.
Chu Zhaoyang and Gu Nian rushed up immediately.
Arriving outside the attic room, Gu Nian turned around and found that the door was locked.
Chu Zhaoyang pulled Gu Nian back, then raised his leg and kicked the door open.
The loud noise woke up the little guy.
Gu Nian immediately rushed over and saw the little guy lying on the large bed, shrinking.
"Little Millet cake!" Gu Nian rushed to the bed and took the little guy into his arms.
"Mom?" The little guy blinked, "Am I dazzled or am I dreaming?"
The little guy said normally, while raising his hand, he pinched his white and tender cheeks like meat buns hard.
He cried out in pain: "Ouch, it hurts."
Then, he looked at Gu Nian with tears in his eyes: "Mom, you are really here, I am not dreaming!"
"Yes, mom is here to find you. You are gone. How could mom not come?" Gu Nian looked down at the little guy, who raised his round and white face from her arms.
There were still dried and wet tear stains on it. She disn't know how long the little guy had been crying here alone.
His cheeks were pinched hard by him just now, and they were still red and swollen now.
His voice was extremely hoarse and his voice was small. He dare not speak too loudly, otherwise his throat will hurt.
There was no crispy, soft and waxy sound before.
Gu Nian felt distressed and gently wiped the tears on the little guy's face: "Why is your voice hoarse?"
The little guy said embarrassedly: "I miss mom so much..."
Gu Nian understood that the little guy was crying and was speechless.
The little guy hated crying and thought it was a very unmanly behavior.
However, his voice became hoarse from crying.
It showed how scared he was.
"Don't be afraid. Mom is here, and Dad is here too." Gu Nian kept patting the little guy's back gently, lowered her head, and kissed the little guy's delicate white face, "Little Millet Cake is not afraid, not afraid. No matter what happens, No matter what happens, your parents will always find you soon, don't be afraid."
"Well, Mom and Dad are here, I'm not afraid anymore." The little guy snuggled into Gu Nian's soft arms, feeling particularly at ease.
Then, the little guy raised his head again and looked at the tall Chu Zhaoyang standing aside.
Seeing his son being tortured like this by his parents, Chu Zhaoyang's heart felt heavy and painful.
He slowly stretched out his hand toward the little guy, his palm hanging above the little guy's head, but he didn't dare to lower it.
The man who had always been calm and unfazed now felt a little scared.
He was afraid that his son will blame him and alienate him.
The little guy had a big problem with him before and finally got close to him, but now, something like this happened again.
Looking at the little guy hiding so fragilely in Gu Nian's arms, he felt heartbroken and blamed himself for being so small and lumpy.
Hence, the palm dared not fall down.
But at this moment, the little guy suddenly raised his head.
A pair of big, wet eyes still filled with tears, were looking at Chu Zhaoyang.
"Dad?" the little guy called, his voice still hoarse and he sounded pitiful.
That hoarse voice still contained a dependence on Chu Zhaoyang.
"Are you afraid?" Chu Zhaoyang asked hoarsely.
The little guy was about to nod, paused, and then quickly shook his head: "I'm not afraid."
"It's okay to be afraid." Chu Zhaoyang said softly.
The little guy moved his mouth and stretched out a pair of short, fat little arms toward Chu Zhaoyang.
Gu Nian then held the little guy's waist and sent him over.
It's great that the little guy didn't alienate himself from Chu Zhaoyang because of Chu Jiahong and Xiang Yulan's affairs.
"Dad, it was grandfather and grandmother who caught me, right?" The little guy was held by Chu Zhaoyang and asked.
Chu Zhaoyang pursed his lips and took a deep breath: "Yes."
"That man..." The little guy pursed his lips and lowered his lost little head. He really couldn't pronounce the word "grandfather". He... he said that I am not your son and he wanted to take me for a check-up to find out."
The little guy held Chu Zhaoyang's shirt tightly with his little hands and looked at Chu Zhaoyang anxiously: "Dad...Dad?"
The little guy screamed so cautiously and uncertainly.
Completely unlike the brittle and confident look he had before when he disliked him.
Gu Nian didn't expect that Chu Jiahong would actually say those words to the little guy.
That person, did he look like an elder?
Gu Nian's eyes were red with anger, Chu Zhaoyang's face darkened, and he looked at the little guy: "Don't listen to what he said, you are my son."
The little guy was wilting and nodded without energy. His little hands were still holding Chu Zhaoyang's shirt firmly, feeling extremely insecure.
Not only Gu Nian, but also Chu Zhaoyang hated him!
The little guy was still so young, why was Chu Jiahong talking nonsense in front of him!
The little guy believed this and could never come out again, what should they do?