Song Xian lost his mother at a young age, and Song Qizheng always suspected that he was not of Song Family bloodline. With Mrs. Rong's instigation, Song Xian couldn't find an answer on how to interact with his father.
In the past, he might not have done it well.
But now that all the knots in his heart were untied, everything seemed to fall into place. At the moment when he was pulled by the hand, a smile appeared on his face unconsciously.
Seeing Song Xian smile, Zhe, who had been quiet all night, also grinned, and his two feet began to kick happily.
Xie Liangchen realized belatedly that Zhe probably couldn't recognize Song Xian before, which was why he seemed particularly obedient.
With this pull, Song Xian held Zhe for a while longer. Just as he was about to hand Zhe over to the nurse, his arm suddenly stiffened, and he looked at Xie Liangchen.
"What's wrong?"
Xie Liangchen suddenly thought: "Could it be that Zhe... "
Song Xian felt the warmth under his arm: "Wet himself."
