Every piece of candy Fusheng gave away felt like a drop of blood from his heart.
However, if he didn't share them, the little baby would leave. No one would follow you without some benefit.
He looked at the baby’s glowing wings and was reminded of the little butterfly’s busy figure every day. His little butterfly was exactly like the hardworking fairy from the storybooks, though this little baby clearly wasn't here to play the part of a domestic helper.
He dove headfirst into his wardrobe to rummage around for a while, and soon his clothes were being tossed out one by one, landing in a heap on the floor. Although Fusheng felt a bit annoyed, he didn't raise his voice to scold the child.
Because the baby had every "buff" imaginable.
Not only did he offer him candy, but he also had the same big blue eyes and little wings as the little butterfly. On top of that, he was now his little Baobao.
A cold, vicious father wouldn't be well-liked. He didn't like such people, and the little baby certainly wouldn't either. He figured no child would like a cold, vicious father.
Chapter 197