The Heavenly Emperor Prays to the Deceased

Yang Tian's home was very crude. It was a house that was less than 50 square meters. The dim lighting aside, it was also rather dank.

Ye Chen smelled something pungent as soon as he walked in. It proved that Yang Tian had been having a hard time all these years.

His son was a cute little boy who had just turned three. He was a year younger than Mengmeng. His features were 50 to 60% similar to Yang Tian's. Unfortunately, this little boy's face was rather yellowish and there was a faint cloud of dark energy between his brows while his body seemed rather weak.

The kid was sleeping when they went in. After Yang Tian woke him up, he rubbed his sleepy eyes. He hid behind Yang Tian as he stared at Ye Chen and the dog at his feet shyly.

"Haohao, this is my brother. Call Uncle Ye now." Yang Tian patted the little boy's head as love filled his eyes.

Yang Hao hesitated for a moment before calling Ye Chen in his baby voice, "Uncle Ye."