When Aunt Zhou took the child from Wen Suihan's arms, the little guy was sleeping soundly.
Wen Suihan didn't delay much. After handing the child to Aunt Zhou, he left with Zhang Cheng.
Not a word more was spoken.
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When Sui Sui woke up, he was completely bewildered.
He was lying in an unfamiliar environment, in a room so large it was several times bigger than his home in America.
He groggily climbed out of bed, a tuft of hair sticking up on his head, and slowly surveyed his surroundings.
Just as he was about to open his mouth and bawl, he suddenly remembered.
In the car, the unfamiliar but handsome man had told him that a real man should bravely take responsibility when wrong, and crying wouldn't solve any problems.
Only children cry at the drop of a hat.
To prove he wasn't a child, Sui Sui pouted and swallowed down the sense of grievance in his stomach.
He was wearing a pale yellow pajama he didn't like at all. He climbed out of bed and walked barefoot towards the door.
