Ah Jiu looked at the little figure in his arms. The small child was staring at him with wide eyes, pursing his small lips, and his little brow furrowed due to discomfort from being held, making his mouth pout.
He looks like me. This is what I looked like as a child, yet those eyes resemble his mother's more.
This is my son.
Ah Jiu inexplicably felt a sour sensation in his nose, his heart filled as if by something, a mix of emotions fermenting within him, compelling him to roar and shout.
With that thought, he thrust the child into Wufu's arms and rushed out into the yard, shouting loudly in the open air.
Wufu was stunned.
All the subordinates were stunned.
Is His Highness going mad?
Everyone watched in amazement as the man yelled crazily in the yard, exchanging bewildered looks.
Ah Jiu shouted a few times then walked back inside, approaching Wufu.
"Crazy enough?" Wufu snorted coldly.
