Suddenly, the little rascal hadn't even said half a word.
The little girl beside him cheerfully chimed in, "Uncle, his surname is Pei, and he's called Pei Cichu."
Liang Yichao didn't know how his heart turned to stone.
Just knew that when he looked at the child in front of him, who always seemed somewhat familiar, and upon closer inspection, looked a bit like Yu Wei.
His angry feelings erupted completely like a volcano.
The cigarette butt between his two fingers was squeezed until it deformed, and he coldly looked at the little rascal.
"Is your dad called Pei Yongyou?"
"Yes, uncle, how did you know?"
In an instant, Liang Yichao's sarcastic cold smile spread across his face. He extinguished the cigarette butt, picked up his coat, said not a single word, and immediately turned to leave.
His tall figure, with a chilling aura, vanished quickly with steps.
