The small figure was wrapped in a white padded coat, looking sowhat plump.
It seed not as cold here as where he was from, Tuanzi thought. As he ran over, he took off his little red gloves and stuffed them into his two pockets.
The pockets bulged, making him look even cuter.
Tuanzi dashed toward Feng Huaijin, hugging his waist and burying his small head in his arms. His soft, inky hair obediently rubbed against him, "Daddy, Daddy."
Not sure if this kid had eaten milk candy, but he exuded a milky scent that hit the nose directly.
Feng Huaijin’s body stiffened slightly.
"What did you call ?"
Since when did he have a child?
And one this big? He was roughly five or six years old, right?
Everyone was in silence, staring dumbfounded at this "father and son." Where did this kid co from?
Feng Huaijin stretched out his long arm and forcibly pulled the child from his arms, "Who are you—"
When the child in his arms lifted his head, Feng Huaijin’s voice stopped abruptly.
The big and the small, one looking up, the other down, their eyes t.
The fair little face was slightly chubby, the features were beautiful, with two blushing cheeks. Large eyes, like grapes, looked at him, with eyelashes fluttering like fans, and a well-behaved smile on the face.
The child was dressed in a white jacket, black long pants, and his little shoes looked quite cool.
The most important thing was... that little face.
It resembled Feng Huaijin’s enormously, with sowhat youthful features that seed to be cast from the sa mold.
Walking out together, they would definitely be taken for father and son.
Too much alike!
Feng Huaijin’s excellent genes were fully inherited.
Feng Huaijin was stiff, just looking down at Tuanzi, finding that face sowhat familiar.
It seed to look a lot like him.
The shock was overwhelming, even he was stunned and didn’t react.
In the quiet Ling Family hall, those who were earlier clamoring to change the will were now all silent, staring at the two of them with wide eyes.
Even Feng Ciye, usually so composed, was shocked upon seeing Tuanzi.
Did they just hear this child call Feng Huaijin... daddy?
Could he be Feng Huaijin’s illegitimate son?
Tuanzi, with his round eyes, looked at Feng Huaijin and suddenly tilted his head down, twisting his neck. Too high, looking up made him sore.
Tuanzi extended his right index finger and cautiously poked Feng Huaijin. The fingertip touched the back of Feng Huaijin’s hand, feeling so warmth.
He was alive, not cold and lifeless.
So he really crossed over, even without the accidental encounter in a space rift, he ca over.
Uncle King said it’s because of the blood connection. If his parents’ birthdays are celebrated, does it an he can co here twice a year?
Tuanzi had heard the story of the cowherd and weaver girl, who could only reunite once a year. It was so tragic.
He could reunite twice a year, and he could chat with his mama usually, which was much better than the cowherd and weaver girl.
With this thought, Tuanzi’s sorrowful mood cald significantly.
Actually, he was pretty lucky too.
Tuanzi turned his head to the previously self-satisfied young man, unhappily saying, "Sixth Uncle, why did you say my daddy is infertile and can’t have babies? How did I arrive if he can’t have ? Are you saying I was picked up? I wasn’t picked up!"
The young man: "..."
Damn, what’s going on here?!
Feng Huaijin’s... illegitimate son?
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