To be honest, the moment Gong Jue saw little tuan zi lying on Gu Qi’s arm, his heart skipped a beat, and the fire in his heart subsided.
That was because he had never seen his precocious and calm son display such an attachment and adorable sleeping face.
Tuan Zi had no mother since he was young, and he had long since gotten used to being independent.
Sometimes, his thoughts and language were even more mature and calm than his father’s, making one’s hair stand on end.
However, at this moment, Little Tuan Zi seemed to have returned to the appearance of a four-or five-year-old child.
In front of Gu Qiqi, he would act coquettishly, be childish, be silly and cute, say that he was hungry, and beg for sleep..
Gong Jue’s eyes welled up.
At this moment, he deeply reflected that he, as a father, was not qualified and did not give his child a safe and carefree environment to grow up in.
He also deeply realized that a child still needed a mother.
