The Gift That Costs Nothing

"Where have you been all these years? What have you been up to? How did you become the father of the Huo family's little boy?"

Qin Yan pulled Yu Ze into a corner and fired off three questions in quick succession. Yu Ze, looking at his anxious demeanor, was slightly surprised.

He remembered that they weren't particularly close, merely acquaintances within the same circle, hardly exchanging more than a few words.

Nevertheless, touched by someone's genuine concern, Yu Ze succinctly answered each of his questions: "I've been in Jing City all these years, doing odd jobs here and there. Ji'an found me and said I have a father-son connection with him."

He had been in Jing City all along?

Qin Yan was astonished. Just as he was about to speak, he felt something soft on his leg.

Lowering his head, he saw a little head popping up, small hands clutching his pant leg, curiosity brimming in the child's innocent face.

It was none other than Zhouzhou, the frontline gossip enthusiast.