Watching the boy's conflicted expression, Zhan Moxiao reorganized his words, "What Dad means to say is that you have two origins: you came from Uncle Gong Lie's body, and also grew from my heart."
Zhan Lingtao became more confused as he listened. He was anxious to get back to his room to check on his sister. What if the little one rolled off the bed while sleeping? What if she woke up and couldn't find her brother?
"Dad, what exactly are you trying to say? Body and heart? Our biology teacher said that everyone is born from their mom, as a little life created by mom and dad together. What you're saying isn't right at all."
Zhan Moxiao, "..."
The typically wise and insightful Master Xiao was at a bit of a loss. How should he explain things clearly without being too blunt? If he was too blunt, this child might not be able to accept it. Such a small child lacks a sense of security the most, and if he knew he wasn't his biological father, he would definitely become uneasy.
