Mrs. Yin couldn't stand it any longer and pulled her grandson over to her side, wiping his tears with a tissue."Silly child, who said I'm sending you to the orphanage? you're my grandson. Hurry up and eat your breakfast. Don't cry."
"You're really not sending me to the orphanage?" Ting Jun raised his teary eyes.
"Of course not."
"I want daddy to tell me." His father was his Guardian.
Yin Zhan's throat rolled, and he felt extremely pained because of his crying, like a sinner condemned by history. of course, you'll always live with dad. I won't send you away.
"Then why are you guys suddenly so nice to me? One must be up to no good and must be up to no good."
Yin Zhan's eyes darkened and a complicated look flashed across his handsome brows. After a while, he said, " "Because you're my son."
