Fu Huai'an Seldom Called Tuan Tuan by His Full Name

Lin Nuan bent down and carried Tuan Tuan.

His soft and chunky frame nested in Lin Nuan's embrace, his hands curled tightly around her neck and his head lying on her shoulder. His eyes were red and looked as though he had suffered some grievances.

Tuan Tuan's baby scent touched Lin Nuan's heart. She propped up his little butt with one arm and cradled Tuan Tuan with the other arm. She let him hug her like a koala hugging a tree.

Tuan Tuan had to suppress how much he had been missing Mama. He discreetly wiped his tears with Lin Nuan's blouse and straightened himself. With his pudgy hands still wrapped around her neck, he turned his head to look at Fu Huai'an, as if he was afraid Fu Huai'an would be angry.

Fu Huai'an's arms were still crossed. He was wearing a crisp light blue shirt and dark blue vest under his unbuttoned suit. He exuded an air of calm sophistication and a strong sense of power.