Si Yehan's fingers tightened around his phone as he listened to Wanwan's voice. He had countless thoughts to say, countless questions to ask, but he couldn't form a single word. "Wanwan…"
Ye Wanwan: "What?"
Si Yehan dazedly stared at the little fella next to him—this child that she birthed for him. "Tangtang… is my child?"
Ye Wanwan rolled her eyes. "Try asking me again? Look at your son's face and try to ask me again!"
Si Yehan stopped speaking after glancing at his son.
When he saw Tangtang that first time, it wasn't that obvious and he merely thought Tangtang's brows resembled Wanwan. However, a child had a different appearance every day, and Tangtang did resemble him more and more after such a long time had passed…
But how…
Si Yehan's voice was hoarse. "When?"
When did she have Tangtang? He didn't know anything…
