Tuanzi was not interested in their conversation; he waved both arms at the man by the window, calling out, "Uncle! Uncle! It's Tuanzi!"
Feng Huaimu saw them coming and immediately stubbed out his cigarette.
"I just came in and heard from the butler that this kid is the result of your... perverse actions?" Feng Huaimu said with a frown, finding it difficult to articulate the word "perverse".
Feng Huaijin's face darkened. This was Xiao Heng's bad idea, and now everyone thought he was a lunatic who found someone to surrogate a child.
Feng Huaijin rarely explained, and even if he did, it was hard to clarify.
Feng Huaimu reached out to gently pat Tuanzi's head, smiling as he said, "Then this does indeed make him my nephew, and he does look like Old Seven."
Tuanzi behaved exceptionally well, his big, bright eyes gazing at Feng Huaimu.
Feng Huaijin felt a twinge of jealousy. How come Tuanzi never looked at his real dad like this? Does he have a problem with his real dad?
