"Dad, is what you're saying really true?" Xiao Chengjun suddenly lifted his head.
"Mm!" Xiao Qingcang patted his son on the head, nodding!
His expression and actions were those of an affectionate father, extremely solemn, but Little Junjun's next words shattered his perfect dad image into tiny pieces!
"Dad, where are you going to take the treasure? Who is the treasure? I know the 'treasure' you're talking about can't be me, because Dad has never called me treasure!" Little Junjun started crying sadly. "Could it be that Dad has other children outside? Not just me?"
Xiao Qingcang was dumbfounded for a moment and couldn't find a clue. "Treasure? When did I talk about a treasure?"
That was simply impossible!
Little Junjun's eyes were as wide as light bulbs, very certain. "You have, you said it. You said, 'I had the driver go pick you up, treasure.' Also, 'do you want to come out, treasure?' Moreover, Dad's tone was so fond of this treasure, more fond than of me!"