"Mr. Song, good morning. I heard from Ayin that you love rice noodles the most. I went to the market to buy some and will make you breakfast later."

"That's thoughtful of you." Grandpa Song didn't sleep yesterday, and his eyes were a little swollen and tired.

"The children haven't gotten up yet, right? They like to eat some high-end ingredients. I don't know if they like this simple breakfast." Chen Bomin smiled kindly.

Yesterday, the old man asked Song Wanwan to recognize him as his godfather. He seemed to have found new hope. He was radiant and smiling.

"They woke up a long time ago. Xiao Chen, when I was sorting out old things yesterday, I found a letter left by Ayin. I also left one for you. Take a look."

Hearing this, Chen Bomin's smile faded, and his expression suddenly became somewhat expectant, but also a bit lonely.

After carefully placing the ingredients in the kitchen, he followed Old Master Song to the living room.

While Chen Boming was reading the letter, Song Wanwan and Rong Luchi finished washing up and slowly walked over.

The atmosphere gradually became solemn in the morning light.

When he saw the most important information, Chen Bomin's eyes widened in shock.

Obviously, he looked incredible.

"Ayin said! Ayin said Wanwan is my child!!" Chen Bomin's voice became hoarse with excitement.

He looked at Mr. Song and Song Wanwan with red eyes.

A mixture of sadness and joy immediately overwhelmed Chen Bomin.

"Yes, we all watched it yesterday. We were surprised and shocked, but also very sad..." Rong Luchi said in a gentle voice.

After the surprise, Chen Bomin put the letter to his chest.

Song never expected that the respected professor would burst into tears at this moment, and his cries made the listeners cry.

"Blame me, it's all my fault! I'm the one who let Ayin down! I'm the one who let our child down!"

Song Wanwan fell into Rong Luchi's arms, wiping away tears secretly.