"That..." Su Lu licked her lips, suddenly feeling a bit nervous, "What if he... if he became the baby's father?"
Having finally asked the question, Su Lu didn't feel any sense of relief; instead, her nervousness intensified. Her son was still so young, and she always thought that discussing this matter with him was a cruel thing to do.
So, she had previously preferred to get by on her own.
As she posed the question, Zhao Xiaole's movements, while playing with his duck toy, abruptly halted. Su Lu was already nervous, and now she pursed her lips even tighter, watching her son intently.
Zhao Xiaole looked back at her seriously, "It depends on whether Mommy likes him or not..."
"If he's good to the baby, Mommy... will try to like him," Su Lu said.
