"Ah," Tang Yuan, who hadn't cried before, was now calling out.
The little one moved his round body, struggling to make a few "ah ah ah" sounds, as soft and tender as his name. His two chubby little hands, like lotus roots, reached out towards Jiang Jinghuai as if asking for a hug.
He wants a hug.
"This..." Ye Binyi's eyes instantly reddened with tears, hopefully looking at Jiang Jinghuai.
So did Meng Shuyan, looking on expectantly.
Tian Sangsang's tightly drawn brows softened for a moment.
Little Tang Yuan was strong, struggling to break free from Ye Binyi's hands, trying to nuzzle into Jiang Jinghuai's embrace.
Could this be the bond between father and son, a blood tie that can't be severed?
Hua Jun felt heavy-hearted, turning to look at Ye Jiang.
Soon she breathed a sigh of relief.
Ye Jiang was still the same as usual. He just glanced at Little Tangyuan, lacking any extra emotion in his eyes.
