Tuanzi wrapped in a coat, instinctively shrunk into the junction of the seat and car door, putting distance between himself and Feng Huaijin, and innocently suggested, "Papa, could you not look at me like that? I'm scared."
Ha, scared?
He wasn't even scared yet!
Feng Huaijin's face darkened, and he scolded in a low voice, "You little brat, don't call me randomly."
Tuanzi became a bit worried, see, see, his real dad and his mom's relationship was too poor, they were unwilling to admit he was the fruit of their love.
Oh, he wasn't the fruit of love; he was just a little bean sprout that accidentally popped out.
The heater in the car quickly warmed up the interior, making Tuanzi so comfortable he stretched lazily.
"Where did you come from?"
Tuanzi blinked and obediently answered, "An City, I was born there."
As soon as Tuanzi finished speaking, he suddenly felt a tug at his heart, a familiar feeling came over him…
An City… this place was really intriguing.
