"Mom, Little Turtle misses you so much. You finally came to see Little Turtle." Little Turtle happily rubbed his head against Jin Yinsheng's face.
Jin Yinsheng took the little turtle off his face, put it in his hand, and said helplessly: "I'm not your mother."
"You're not mom, ah - dad, dad, little turtle misses you so much." Snap, little turtle pressed against Jinyin Sheng's face again.
"I'm not your father." Jin Yinsheng put the little turtle in his hand again and said helplessly. Do I really look like a turtle?
The little turtle asked doubtfully: "Then you are the mother?"
Jin Yinsheng had a black line on his forehead, "I'm not my mother either."
"So you are the father?"
"I'm neither your mother nor your father."
"Huh? You are neither mom nor dad? Then what are you? Xiaolong said that the only ones who can feel the power of blood are mom and dad. Mom has bulging soft flesh on her chest, but dad doesn't. Ah - I understand."
"What do you know?"
"Xiaolong's father likes to cover Xiaolong's eyes and make Xiaolong guess, hehe, you are the father."
Jin Yinsheng became angry when he thought of those turtle bastard words: "I'm not a turtle, and I'm not your father."
When the little turtle saw that Jin Yinsheng was angry, his big eyes were filled with tears, and he cried loudly, "Wow, wow, daddy doesn't want the little turtle anymore, wow..."
Despite the small size of the little turtle, the sound of crying was really piercing the ears and unbearable. Jin Yinsheng could not coax him no matter how hard he tried, so he finally had to admit, "I am your father."