The entire small room had fallen into a dead silence for a few seconds before Duan Yarong shrieked all of a sudden. She lunged at Han Yichen without caring much less of others. She hugged him very tightly and burst into tears.
While she was crying, she kept murmuring, "Good boy… Good boy…"
This time, Zhao Shunrong no longer held Duan Yarong back like he did last time. This was because he also could not help but have his eyes redden the moment Han Yichen called him his father.
Han Yichen's calling them as his father and mother had been the couple's only expectation over the past twenty years. Therefore, his calling had instantly made up their only blemish for the past twenty years.
Han Yichen had never expected that Duan Yarong would pounce onto him without caring much less of others. His entire body had turned stiff as Duan Yarong was hugging him.
However, he soon relaxed. His heart softened the moment Duan Yarong's sobs rang out in his ears.
