C284 Return to Witchbank

"Whoa, son, it's your dad." Gu Ming playfully teased his week-old son, who had lost the wrinkled appearance of a newborn and seemed to have grown significantly, as if he'd been inflated.

"Wah—"

Perhaps Gu Ming's antics were too much for the little one, who burst into a loud, piercing cry.

"Come on, weren't you heading out? Better get going." Ye Xiaomei's focus was entirely on her son