Su Qianci sniffed his mouth, but didn't say anything, silently clenched Li Sicheng's hand and sobbed quietly.

"When your father comes back, let him whip you a few times, I'm so angry!" The old man slapped his crutch hard, looking angry.

The sixth sister-in-law hasn't seen Li Sicheng for a long time. She stood aside with red eyes and tried to smooth things over: "Okay, okay, it's better to come back than anything else. Master, please have a good rest."

The old man snorted coldly and walked to the edge of the sofa with a cane.

Finally finished the fight, Su Qianci breathed a sigh of relief, looked at the two boys who had been standing in a daze on the side, and waved to Li Jianqian: "Da Su, come here."

Li Jianqian heard it, but couldn't go over. Instead, he opened his eyes and looked at the tall man beside Su Qianci.

Li Sicheng also looked at him, his deeper eyes deeper, with bright lights of stars, looking at his dark and clear eyes.

After watching for a long time, Li Jianqian spoke first, with a strong tone: "Are you my father?"

When Li Sicheng heard the little guy's tone, he raised his eyebrows slightly, curled the corners of his lips and asked back: What do you think?"

Yes, no doubt it is.

Since childhood, Su Qianci would show them Li Sicheng's photos, pointing to the person in the photo, and telling them: This is dad, this is your dad.

Moreover, this face is very similar to myself.

Li Jianqian knew that he looked very similar to this man.

When the elders saw him, they would say: This is Si Cheng's son, who looks too similar.

Li Jianqian responded politely every time, but only he himself knew that he should not be like this person.

Su Qianci reminds them every time that their father is not dead and that their father will come back sooner or later.

Everyone thought she was going crazy, but he knew, it wasn't.

He had heard the conversation between his uncle and her. They had been searching for news about this man, but they had never found it, but they all firmly believed that he was still alive.

Not only the conversation between the uncle and his mother, he also heard the conversation between his mother and grandparents. He knew that he had always known that he was not dead.

But why haven't you come back for so many years?

Li Jianqian couldn't understand. If this man really had such deep feelings for his family and his wife as they said, why would he not go home?

At this moment, Li Jianqian felt even more uncomfortable when he heard Li Sicheng's replies.

Looking at Li Sicheng, his lips were pursed without saying a word.

Su Qianci noticed something wrong with Li Jianqian, walked over and squatted down, coaxing him, "Call him dad."

Li Jianqian's little face frowned and glared at Li Sicheng. His tender voice was a bit fierce, and he shouted, "I don't want it!" As he said that, he turned around and looked at Li Mosen, hooked him up, "Mosen, let's go in and do your homework."

"Li Dasu!" Su Qianci was a little unhappy, grabbed the little guy's arm, and said with a slut, "No, he is your father!"

"No!" Li Jianqian turned his head, his little face turned a little aggrieved and flushed, "Mom, I always thought Uncle Lu would be our father. This person doesn't want you anymore, why do you want me to call him dad?"

Li Jianqian's words shocked everyone, and Su Qianci was slightly stunned.

The little guy had already thrown her hand away and ran in.
Chapter completed!