"You don't suppose that kid is your illegitimate child?" Le Qingling asked somewhat accusingly. "Why do you like him so much that you'd even postpone your concert and write new songs for him?"
"Illegitimate child? Don't talk nonsense," Tang Le said helplessly, but for some reason, when he heard the words 'illegitimate child,' his heart felt a ripple of emotion.
How could he not feel it, those resemblances between himself and Lan Xuanyu? Yet, they were not exactly the same. Besides the similarities, there also seemed to be an aura that conflicted with his own.
No matter how you put it, whenever he saw Lan Xuanyu, his heart would fill with an indescribable affection, the kind that made him willing to do anything for him.
It had been the same the first time he met him, and it was even more so now.
Over the past decade or so, Lan Xuanyu had gradually grown up, and their relationship had deepened. For Tang Le, this seemed to be one of his few ties.