"Tangtang, don't be afraid, mom and dad are here."
Fan Liping turned his head and forced a gentle smile at Fan Tangtang.
Clearly, there was a terrifying aura of oppression emanating from Fan Tangtang, with a zombie-like ferocity filling his body.
Yet, he still treated him as the same Fan Tangtang who would get diarrhea from eating two ice creams.
The people in the residential area felt an endless chill, and the oppressive aura made their legs tremble and their bodies cold.
Hu Meiling was not afraid at all, trembling as she reached out and tightly hugged the son she had longed for day and night.
There is no greater happiness in the world than regaining what was lost.
Fan Tangtang stretched out his chubby fingers to gently pat Hu Meiling's back, but his eyes were fixed on his father, who was a head shorter than everyone else.
His tall and strong father, who had mastery over everything, was now kneeling on the ground for him.
