After lunch, it was time to sleep.
The photographers had also gone to rest, leaving only the father and son in the room.
Qiao Yu looked at his son and was ready to settle the score with him. But seeing his son yawning and looking dazed, he couldn't bear to let him go. If this kid didn't rest well, his wife would blame him.
He laid down beside his son and covered him with the blanket. He looked at his quiet little face. Although his face shape looked like his, his eyes were exactly the same as his mother 's.
He suddenly remembered the scene of him being brought up alone in the past. At that time, he was so young, and in the blink of an eye, he had grown up.
He couldn't remember much of the past, but he clearly remembered the first time he hugged him. At that time, he thought it was a gift from heaven.
