Country Y, a certain estate.
Allen looked at the young man sitting on the sofa playing games on his phone and spoke gently, "An'an."
But as soon as this name came out, the man on the sofa lifted his head, "Uncle Allen, how many times have I said not to call me An'an?" There was a hint of grievance in his tone, and his beautiful, large eyes were filled with helplessness.
Allen chuckled, "I'm used to it, Chenxuan, when are you going back to the country this time?"
Fu Chenxuan put down his phone and looked at him with a smile, "Uncle Allen, do you want me to bring something for my mom?"
"It's for your younger brother and sister," Allen corrected.
Fu Chenxuan shrugged, "Same thing, you've never missed out on spoiling my mom, anyway. Speaking of which, Uncle Allen, it's been so many years and I've grown up so much, aren't you going to find me a godmother?"
