Liu Lai followed Liu Laoda into the house; this was an opportunity.
Cuihong was making cotton clothes inside the house. The youngest son still didn't have a set, so she had to find the cotton from worn-out ones and make a small set for him.
Liu Lai saw Sun Cuihong as soon as he entered. It had been more than a month since he last worked. She looked quite different, and he glanced at the child lying on the bed.
Liu Lai was sure in his heart, this was his son, definitely. The resemblance was uncanny.
Liu Lai's heart was on fire; he was over forty and now he had a son.
Liu Laoda looked at Liu Lai staring at the child, also feeling they looked very similar.
Although Liu Lai was a scoundrel, he was not foolish. He noticed Liu Laoda's unfriendly gaze and immediately reacted.
"Laoda, why does this child look so much like me? Why don't you just give him to me?"
"Give him to you?"
