Duan Ling suddenly froze, staring intently at Haohao, "Did your mommy tell you that?"
Haohao shook his head, "No, I guessed." This question had existed in his heart ever since Duan Ling looked at him with a very loving and indulgent gaze.
"Haohao..." Duan Ling looked into his son's clear eyes, his throat rough, "I... ."
"Are you my daddy?" Haohao asked.
Duan Ling wanted to nod, yet hesitated. He had promised Pei Yinong that he wouldn't acknowledge Haohao without her consent.
"My aunt said that my daddy has come back, so my mommy is unhappy. My mommy does not like my daddy. I have never seen you before, but mommy let me play with you, so I thought perhaps you are my daddy," Haohao slowly articulated with logical clarity.
