He Jitang had just finished speaking.
At the door, the sound of footsteps arose.
Sun Jingan and his wife came over with little Ci'an; little Ci'an was being held by Sun Jingan.
He Jitang was stunned.
He had not expected his meeting with Sun Jingan to be so private.
For a moment, a hundred emotions welled up within him.
"Daddy."
Little Ci'an hadn't seen him for a long time and missed him dearly, rushing over to hug him tightly.
He Jitang held his own flesh and blood.
His emotions were complex.
Ci'an missed him dearly, cooing and calling out several times.
Under normal circumstances, He Jitang might have thought Ci'an wasn't tough enough, but now he was half-enlightened and didn't mind so much.
The rest of his life was long, and he might not see Ci'an many times.
He held Ci'an for a good while, then let the servant take him to have some snacks.
Little Ci'an was reluctant to leave him.
He Jitang gave Shen Ci a look.
