"..."
Mo Nanjue reached out to hold him, moving carefully, afraid that he would dodge away again.
Tong Ran also held her breath, but Chennchenn did not struggle. He sat quietly in the man's arms, and Mo Nanjue adjusted his grip, not forgetting to correct, "You look like me."
"You look like me!" Chennchenn frowned, "I met Mom before you! You came later on!"
"I clearly met her first," Mo Nanjue also frowned, "I'm your dad, without me, how would there be you?"
Mo Yaochenn wasn't having it, "Then let's swap places, from now on I'm the dad."
Mo Nanjue raised an eyebrow at this, he squatted down to put his son on the ground, "You're the dad, then you carry me?"
He rested his elbow on his knee, looking provocative, Chennchenn hurriedly reached out to hug him, but after a long time, he could only lift one arm. He pouted, "I can't carry you!"
"That's why I'm the dad."
"I'm the dad!"
"I am."
"I am!"
"I am."
"I am!"
Tong Ran was at a loss, how did they start arguing?
