Wei Chenchen suddenly panicked and threw himself at his uncle's leg, acting cute as he said, "Uncle, my mom is on a work trip, please take me back home or I'll starve to death. I beg you, take care of me for a few days."
Leng Youchen was taken aback. The soft little body in his arms gave him an indescribable feeling. He placed his large hand on the boy's shoulder, intending to push him away. However, the little guy clung onto him tightly, showing a stubbornness that he couldn't figure out where it came from.
"Even if that's the case, we're not related by blood. I can't take you in," Leng Youchen said, trying not to let himself go soft-hearted.
It had been less than a day, and this kid was about to drive him crazy.
Wei Chenchen hugged his leg and swayed, "Uncle, I know you're a good person. Look, I'm so little. If you send me back, I'd be alone at home. What if a bad person comes and takes me away? You can't just turn a blind eye."
