In the midst of a vast blaze, a young man clad in white, his figure swift like a flash, carried a little boy from the glow of the fire, rushing upward towards the mountaintop against the wind.
Yan Congze, ecstatic, clutched Song Huaxu's ear and burst into hearty laughter.
A short while later.
The Yan Family.
The nanny did not dare to breathe heavily.
Yan Congze suckled on the familiar milk and held the familiar nanny, drooling slightly in a half-dream state.
Meanwhile, the young man in white sat at a table.
"Finished?" he asked.
The nanny instinctively tightened her embrace on the child, her eyes wary, "You won't take the young master away!" Today, even if it cost her life, she would never let him take the child!
Song Huaxu stared deeply at the nanny before finally settling his gaze on Yan Congze.
He considered this to be a burden.
Having him for less than a day felt more exhausting than a decade of training.
This was unprecedented.
