Fu Ting always remembered Fu Pei telling her that when he was five years old, he accidentally fell into a pool and was saved by a boy.
The boy who saved Fu Pei had a black tattoo of the letter 'J' on his chest.
Fu Ting had promised to help Fu Pei find his benefactor, and she had always remembered it.
At this moment, the mark on Cen Juan's body was exactly the same as what Fu Pei had described. Fu Ting could not help but touch the " J " and ask," What is this?""
Cen Juan's kiss was still on the little girl's lips as he replied in a muffled voice," Tattoo.""
"When did you get it?"
"When I was very young, I don't remember,"
Fu Ting took a deep breath, pushed his face, and panted." Did you save a boy who fell into the water more than ten years ago?"
"I think so." Cen Juan answered casually and raised his eyebrows again." How did you know? Is that boy your father?"
".."
So it really was Cen Juan. Fu Ting nodded with a complicated expression.
