I've already become a father now.
Though to be honest, if I said it out loud, not many people would believe me.
Thinking about it... Jing Rui's dark eyes deepened slightly as he looked at the little one in his arms... He began to realize, hm, speaking softly wouldn't necessarily wake him.
Little Luoluo was now one year old, and Jing Rui could feel his arms stiffening terribly, making him quite uncomfortable.
Noticing this, the assistant kindly spoke up: "Young Master Jing... You can move your arms a little, don't worry, the child will be fine..."
"Mm."
Even though the assistant said so, Jing Rui still didn't dare to move. What if his son woke up?
The assistant saw Jing Rui's serious demeanor, looking even more solemn than when signing a billion-dollar contract, and couldn't help but cover his mouth to stifle a laugh.
It was rare to see Young Master Jing like this.
But honestly, where did this child even come from? With sunglasses on, you couldn't see his face clearly...
