"Old Song, I'm going to tell your wife that you talked about her like that when she comes back," Li Shaobin said slyly.
"She knows herself. She won't blame me." Song Chuyi shifted into another comfortable position.
Li Shaobin felt depressed and didn't want to continue talking to him. At that moment, Yan Wo, who was in his embrace, suddenly started crying. "Aiya, what's going on?"
"He must've peed or pooped. Change his diapers," Song Chuyi said lazily. "Since you're his godfather, you have to learn."
Li Shaobin glared at him. "Didn't you just say that I'm not his godfather?"
Song Chuyi smiled without saying a word.
Li Shaobin was furious. If Yan Wo grew up and were to ask him one day how he came about being his godfather, was he going to tell Yan Wo: it was because there was one time when you pooped and your father didn't want to change your diaper so he let me be your godfather?
He wondered if Yan Wo would be driven to his grave.