The small figure was wrapped in a white padded coat, looking somewhat plump.
It seemed 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 me?"
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 come 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.
