17 years ago.
In a certain city in Australia.
In a villa quite far from the noisy center, five people were sitting together having breakfast, two young couples and a child about ten years old.
In it, a man who was just handsome but did not lose his courage dropped his chopsticks in his hand, with an evil smile on his face. "Xiao An, you should have a Chinese name, An Dong Ni, this name sounds a bit weird, let the godfather officially name you."
The little boy named Tieu An raised his eyes, a pair of transparent eyes filled with anticipation.
"My father's name is An Di Phong, your mother's name is Tu Tu Thuan, taking your father's last name and your mother's name together, An Thuan! How do you feel?"
"Quail?" Tieu An looked at him incredulously, his face clearly asked: are you really my biological father?
