Its not me

" Oh my son, oh my dear precious" Chen Mi took little bun in his arms as he kissed him all over, thanking God for protecting his sin but at the same time he didn't forget the saviour who protected his son like a great soldier, as he thanked Zhu Qian again and again, no matter how many times he expressed his gratitude it only felt superficial " brother Zhu, I have no idea what and how should I thank you, you stopped those bastards from hurting him" he sniffled " thank you, really thank you so much" it was the fifth time he was thanking Zhu Qian but still felt that it was a bit lacking.