Chen Jin gently kissed Dongdong's cheek and said, "Father... Dongdong is not a bad person, that is Dongdong's father." Her voice was particularly nice, not as cute and silly as those beside Chu Xiuming and his mother, but with a kind of gentleness.

"Hmm?" Dongdong stopped crying, with tears hanging on his eyelashes. He turned his head to look at Chu Xiuming, but his little arm was still holding Chen Jin's neck tightly.

Chen Jin hugged Dongdong and walked towards Chu Xiuming. Dongdong gained a lot of weight. Chen Jin needed two arms to hold him, "Dongdong, this is my father."

As soon as Dongdong approached Chu Xiuming, he turned his head and buried it in Chen Jin's arms, but he couldn't help but secretly look at Chu Xiuming. Chu Xiuming did not move, but just said with a gentle voice, "Dongdong."

"Ah?" Dongdong turned his head and looked at Chu Xiuming again. Why did he feel that the voice was a little familiar? "Um!" Anyway, his mother was... Dongdong looked at Chu Xiuming in a little confused, and then looked at Chen Jin, "Father and father?"

Chu Xiuming only felt a warm heart, and there was a slight sourness in his nose. When he closed his eyes and opened it, he had already returned to peace. He was afraid of scaring his son. Chu Xiuming reached out and touched Dongdong's little hand with his fingers. Dongdong seemed to be frightened, and quickly shook his little paws back and stared at Chu Xiuming. Chu Xiuming was not angry, but smiled instead, and carefully approached his son's hand with his fingers. Dongdong looked at Chen Jin, and Chen Jin said, "Dongdong, that's your father." Chen Jin was just repeating this sentence. Maybe Dongdong doesn't understand the meaning of it now, but even if Chu Xiuming left, Chen Jin was telling Dongdong about this.

Dongdong moved his lips, then slightly stretched out his hand and touched Chu Xiuming's hand, and then immediately shrank back. Seeing that Chu Xiuming had no movement, he stretched out again, and then grabbed one of Chu Xiuming's fingers, "Father and Father?"

"Yeah, Dongdong." Chu Xiuming's fingers were motionless and let Dongdong grab them.

Dongdong looked down at the finger in his hand, then looked at Chu Xiuming again, blinked, let go of his hand, and lay down in Chen Jin's arms, "Orange..." He cried for a long time, and was hungry, and wanted to eat egg custard.

Chen Jin looked at Chu Xiuming. Chu Xiuming didn't mind. He left first. The child's behavior was much better than he thought. Chen Jin said softly, "Would you please ask the nanny to eat the steamed egg custard for Dongdong?"

"Ah..." Dongdong shouted, then rested his head on Shen Jin's shoulder, looking at Chu Xiuming, and didn't know what he was thinking.

Chu Xiuming looked at Chen Jin and said, "You can bring the child in first. I will let Mama Zhao cook something that can be eaten."

Chen Jin nodded and said, "Okay."

But who knew that Chu Xiuming had just left the house and the door that had been quietly lying in Shen Jin's arms suddenly shouted, "Ah! Ahhhhhhh!"
Chapter completed!