Gu Huaijin didn't react for a moment, "I..."

He stopped himself before he could even finish his words. He seemed to understand what he meant, his face flushed red, and he stood there in a daze, unable to move for a moment.

Song Zhi was already embarrassed, and seeing his dazed look, he thought he was unwilling, and the expression on his face suddenly turned ugly.

"Why don't we turn off the lights?" Gu Huaijin suggested.

Song Zhi's original feeling of being wronged disappeared in an instant, replaced by shyness.

The light in the bedroom went out quickly, and the room was quiet. Only Panpan was left with his eyes wide open, looking at the ceiling in confusion.

Time flies, and in the blink of an eye it's almost New Year again. Panpan has grown into a little cutie. Besides studying, Song Zhi plays with Panpan every day.

Mother Song's face was filled with relief as she watched her daughter becoming more and more like a mother.

"Mom, let's go back together for the New Year this year! Let Panpan meet his grandparents." Song Zhi was feeding Panpan when he suddenly said to his mother who was busy at the side.

"I'm not going back. There's nothing wrong with me going back. My old bones can't stand the constant tossing and turning. Besides, aren't you only going back for a few days?"

"Yes, Gu Huaijin has saved up all his vacation time this year, so he can stay at home for a few more days. Let's go back together, and we can go out for a walk." There was no way Song Zhi would leave his mother alone here to celebrate the New Year.

Then she rolled her eyes and said angrily, "If you go back, I won't go back either. Let Gu Huaijin take his son back."

"What nonsense are you talking about, kid? If you don't go back, don't worry about Panpan leaving you." Song's mother slapped her in annoyance.

"I don't care. If you don't go back, I won't go back either. Let's see who is more cruel between the two of us."

Panpan was wearing a woolen hat hand-knitted by Song's mother. His face was white and tender with baby fat. At this moment, he was standing on his grandmother's lap, looking at his grandmother and then at his mother with his big eyes. He couldn't figure out what was going on and why the two of them looked like they were about to quarrel. He was still shouting incoherently: "Mom." If you didn't know, you would think he could speak.

"I really owe you." Song's mother was so angry at what her daughter said that she could only agree.

Song Zhi got a positive answer from his mother and pinched Panpan's face happily. Panpan's mouth, which was originally smiling, suddenly opened wide, revealing an aggrieved expression, as if she was about to cry.

Mother Song was furious when she saw her daughter's childish behavior. She glared at the person who wanted to make her grandson cry, but she didn't have time to scold him. She hurriedly patted her grandson's back and coaxed him in a low voice.

Song Zhi hummed a song and went back to his bedroom to continue reading. He would play with his son to relieve stress.

It was soon time to go back home for the New Year. Song's mother carefully checked whether her grandson's daily necessities were missing. Song Zhi watched his mother packing things in large and small bags, and most of them were Gu Jingchen's. He felt that it was no big deal, as he would just go back for a few days.

"Mom, he doesn't need to carry so many clothes! It's not convenient for the journey."

Song's mother was now dissatisfied with her daughter. When she heard her speak, she immediately retorted: "How can a child compare to an adult? Besides, he is still young and can't speak. If he gets wet, he will have to change clothes immediately and won't be able to withstand the cold."

When Panpan heard what his grandmother said, he wanted to deny that he would not have diarrhea, but he was a little kid who couldn't even speak, so how could he defend himself? He could only frown and look bitter.

A little kid insisted on acting like an adult. Song Zhi found it funny. Seeing him stretch out his hand to be held by him, he took it and put his forehead against the little guy's. Gu Huaijin had already put all the clothes into the luggage bag and only brought two or three sets of clothes. The two of them together did not even have a bag, which was in sharp contrast to Panpan's.

Sitting on the train, Panpan looked at the ding-dong green train with curiosity, and looked here and there with his not very flexible head, moving constantly in Gu Huaijin's arms. It was the first time that Song Zhi saw him so excited, and staring at him felt it was quite novel.

Gu Huaijin obviously didn't think so. He looked at his son in his arms and scolded him in a low voice: "Panpan, don't move."

Panpan thought his father was talking to him, and his saliva started to flow as he saw his father grinning widely.

With a "plop" sound, the liquid dripped onto Gu Huaijin's clothes, and Gu Huaijin's face turned black in an instant, as ugly as the bottom of a pot.

Song Zhi couldn't help but laugh out loud. Seeing Gu Huaijin looking at him, he quickly stopped the laughter that was about to break his control and said speechlessly: "He's just a child, how can he possibly understand what you are saying to him?"

Gu Huaijin paused and realized the problem. This kid didn't have the ability to communicate yet. He sighed helplessly. He couldn't just abandon his son.

The father and son stared at each other on the train. They had a little trouble but got through the journey safely.

We soon arrived at our destination. This time, a security guard came over and took our things, explaining, "Commander Gu and his wife were supposed to come pick you up, but they were worried the car wouldn't have enough space, so they didn't come."

Gu Huaijin helped put the packages in the trunk and said, "We'll be home soon. It won't be a problem if we meet later."

In fact, he understood that his parents wanted to see their grandson more. Sitting in the car on the way back, Song's mother held Panpan, who had just woken up. Panpan was now able to stand up for a while with the help of someone. He was now standing on his grandmother's legs, looking out the window, waving his short arms, and looked very excited.

"Panpan, don't move. It's not convenient for grandma to hold you." Song Zhi looked into Panpan's eyes and said seriously.

Panpan seemed to know that it was his mother talking to him. He didn't move for a moment and grinned. Song Zhi didn't know why he loved to laugh so much. He shook his head helplessly.

"Mom, why don't I hold him!"

"No need to go back and forth, we'll be home soon." Mother Song wanted to hug her grandson more as they were about to be separated. Although it would only be a few days, she had never left this little guy since he was born, and she really couldn't bear to let him go!

Song Zhike didn't know what her mother was thinking, and thought she was just saying that she didn't want to go through all the trouble.

Before I reached the door of my house, I saw Gu's mother standing outside. When she saw the car, her face was full of smiles.