Wei Chenchen was dumbfounded, unsure of what Leng Youchen was up to. Could it be that he thought he was lying and was going to throw him out? He quickly clung to Leng Youchen like an octopus, wrapping his arms and legs tightly around him.
"Uncle, everything I'm saying is true, please don't throw me out."
Leng Youchen, overwhelmed with emotion, hugged him tightly. His throat burned, and he couldn't speak for a long time, his eyes slightly teary. He was almost choked up, "Chenchen, tell me your name?"
Wei Chenchen paused, was the uncle not going to throw him out?
"My name is Wei Chenchen. Mommy said my name is a homophone of a character from my deadbeat dad's name. She said she wanted to always remember my deadbeat dad, but I think my mommy is too pitiful."
Leng Youchen closed his eyes. Chenchen, Chenchen—it turns out, it originated from his name. His feelings were stirred, unable to calm down for a long time.
"Uncle, do you like my mommy?" Wei Chenchen asked.
