Translator: Paperplane Editor: Caron_

  The little boy looked particularly pretty. His eyes were dark and bright, his eyelashes were unusually long like two fans, his skin was rather light, and he had rosy cheeks and a pout. He looked soft and cute like a steamed bun, which made Han Zhifan have the urge to hug him and give him two big kisses.

  Whose kid is this? Why did he run over to me?

  Han Zhifan was captivated by this adorable little bun as he stared for a while. Then he raised his head and looked all around.

  The hallway was completely empty. There wasn’t an adult accompanying him, so this little boy must’ve run out from one of the rooms when his parents weren’t looking. He probably couldn’t find his way back.

  Just when Han Zhifan was lost in thought, the little boy stared at him with wide eyes and cried, “Daddy.”


  The little boy looked as though he was about one and a half years old; he cried “daddy” a lot clearer than Li Da’s son.

  The little boy saw that Han Zhifan was ignoring him, so he cried even louder than before: “Daddy!”


  Whose kid is this? So stupid, he doesn’t even recognize his own dad……

  Han Zhifan almost burst out laughing as the little boy continued to cry “daddy” twice. Without thinking, he bent down and wanted to talk to the little boy but mid-way, he realized he still had a lit cigarette between his fingers and stopped. After he put out the cigarette, he crouched down and said to the boy, “I’m not your daddy.”


  He wasn’t sure if the little boy heard what he said because after he spoke, the boy cried “daddy” again twice.

  “I’m really not your daddy.”


  “Daddy, daddy.”


  Han Zhifan figured that no matter how he explained himself, the little boy would continue to call him “daddy,” so he didn’t fight it and changed the subject. “What’s your name?” asked Han Zhifan.

  It seemed like the little boy froze at his question and didn’t say anything for a while.

  Just as Han Zhifan was contemplating whether or not to take the little boy to the first floor and hand him over to the lobby manager to take care of him, the little boy cried “daddy” again. Then he ran over to Han Zhifan with open arms like he wanted a hug.

  Han Zhifan hesitated for a moment but eventually reached his hands out and hugged the little boy.

  The little boy looked as though something awesome happened as he broke into a smile. He hugged Han Zhifan’s neck and pecked his cheek.

  Han Zhifan didn’t really like getting close to strangers, even if it was just a cute little kid.

  However, the moment the little boy’s lips touched his face, not only was Han Zhifan not disgusted, but an indescribable warm feeling came over his heart for some reason.

  Han Zhifan couldn’t help but hug the little boy harder and held him in his arms a little tighter. “Uncle will help you find mommy, alright?”


  Perhaps it was because Han Zhifan mentioned the word “mommy,” that the little boy fiercely nodded.

  Han Zhifan carried the little boy with one hand and was about to stand up when the sound of a panicked female voice came from inside the restroom: “Hanhan! Hanhan!”


  Then a young woman ran out of the restroom in a hurry.

  The little boy saw the woman and immediately struggled out of Han Zhifan’s grip and ran over to her.

  The woman saw the little boy and evidently let out a sigh of relief. As she crouched down to check him to see if anything happened to him while he was missing, she said with a strict voice, “Hanhan! Why did you just run off like that?!”