He had to endure. Shawn kept reminding himself that he was his son.

"Ah, much better. I almost held it too long. Alright, Shawn, help me put on my pants."

Shawn glanced at him.

"I can't move, or else I wouldn't have asked you. I've been taking care of myself since I was two!" Joshua said.

Shawn silently helped him put on his pants.

Just as he finished, Joshua suddenly said, "Wait a moment!"

"What now?"

"I need to poop."

Shawn was speechless.

Was this heaven's way of tormenting him?

First, he needed to take the kid to pee, and now he needed to help him poop? Seeing Shawn's speechless expression, Joshua innocently looked at him. "What's wrong? It's normal. It means my digestion is working!"

Shawn continued to remind himself he was his son. He needed to be patient.

After coming out of the bathroom, Shawn, who had not smoked in a while, went to the smoking room and smoked two cigarettes to calm down.

Heaven must send his son to torment him.

However, that was just the beginni