Leng Youchen rubbed his temples, "Chenchen, uncle promises you, there's only your mommy in uncle's life, all those mediocre women can't catch uncle's eyes, what you're worried about will never happen. Now let's go upstairs and sleep, okay?"
Wei Chenchen looked up at him, "You really won't do anything to hurt my mommy?"
"Mhm, can you rest assured now?" Leng Youchen looked at him gently.
Wei Chenchen nodded, haughtily reaching out his hand, "Hug hug."
Leng Youchen resignedly picked him up and walked upstairs.
Just as the father and son's figures disappeared at the stairway on the second floor, Linda, who had been asleep on the sofa, suddenly sat up. She looked at the second floor in shock, wondering what Leng Youchen meant by what he said just now. Was that brat his and Wei Anning's child?
No wonder the first time she saw him, she felt he somewhat resembled Leng Youchen, but she had always resisted thinking deeply about it.
