Huo Jingting frowned, "He's my son."
Chengcheng glanced at him, but clearly didn't mean to defend his dignity, moving closer to Little Douya.
Little Douya completely treated her brother as her own possession.
She emphasized again and again, "Brother is mine!"
This time, her words were even clearer than before, and her meaning became increasingly apparent.
Huo Jingting sat up straight, placed his hands on his knees, and glanced at Gu Nanqiao, "Little Douya's tone sounds a bit off, didn't you notice?"
Gu Nanqiao didn't bother to think much about it, "What's off about it?"
They're just two kids, what could be wrong?
"Look at Little Douya..."
Gu Nanqiao looked down at her daughter and pinched her little face, "What's up? Isn't this fine?"
Huo Jingting stared at her with a strange look, it's so obvious, yet she didn't see it at all?
He knew she wasn't usually so perceptive, but this was too obvious, impossible to completely miss.
