This kid is too arrogant

Han Yuting frowned slightly.

did you experience all this before you were adopted by the Wen family? "

Wen Muchu gave a sad smile. His eyes were as deep as ink, staring at the dark night sky.

The night wind blew gently on his face. It was very gentle, and although it was a little cold, it was warm.

However, he would never forget what kind of hell he had experienced before he was four years old.

"My father picked me up from the garbage dump when I was four years old. If it wasn't for my father who found me lying in the garbage, dying, I'm afraid you wouldn't have been able to see Wen Muchu. You can't say things like mission in front of me, hehe."

Han Yuting's eyes were filled with cold hostility. He pursed his lips and tilted his head to look at Wen Muchu, trying to explain.