"Xiao Ang, you came into this world and became my son, that's a kind of fate that others long for but can't attain. I already have it, how could I bear to give it up?"
Xiao Xiaoang remembered the words Xiao Yan said to him. This made the young Xiao Ang completely indifferent to others' opinions and allowed him to remain so independent, forming the foundation of his reliance on Xiao Yan.
But now...
Xiao Yan, are you really going to go back on your word?
Thinking of this, Xiao Xiaoang's eyes filled with tears. He sniffed, his little nose already red from the cold.
The little guy had been wandering around in Yin Mansion for over forty minutes after leaving Jun Garden.
It was cold, and he was tired from walking for so long. Exhausted, he sat down on the ground, took a few deep breaths, and continued forward.
Suddenly, he heard a voice calling out. Suddenly, the dim path with street lamps on either side lit up. Xiao Xiaoang's heart sank: Oh no, I'm going to be found!
