"The shredded radish pancakes Uncle Zhang makes are delicious too, but the radish cubes here aren't good," Tuantuan said as she swallowed a radish cube with heroic resignation.
"Plus, Uncle Zhang is like another mom to me. Mommy said that when I was little and couldn't talk, Uncle Zhang took care of me most of the time. And even after I learned how to talk, Uncle Zhang still took care of me most of the time!"
Tuantuan solemnly declared to her little friend just how important Uncle Zhang was to her.
The nanny shot Zhang Ci Hao a highly meaningful look.
"Tuantuan, your mom mentioned before that she had a boyfriend back in the countryside. Is it your Uncle Zhang?"
Hearing this, Zhang Ci Hao's entire body tensed up. He became like a bowstring drawn taut and forgotten, stiffening from his shoulders down to his spine. His hands, which had been resting casually on his knees, unconsciously balled into fists, his knuckles turning white from the strain.
