'Slap!'
Keira Leaf swung her hand and delivered a slap to Joshua Sulliven's face, shouting, "You still don't believe me!"
Seeing Keira Leaf turn to leave, Joshua Sulliven couldn't help being somewhat dazed. Not believe her? What did she mean by not believing her?
Could it be...
The little potato in front of him, digging his butt into the ground... No... Sebastian... was his son?
Tristan Leaf walked up to Joshua Sulliven step by step, leading his Grandpa Turtle, and looked up at the man in front of him with squinted eyes; his small face was scrunched up like buns.
Joshua Sulliven knelt down somewhat stunned, looking at the little potato in front of him: "Evelyn Leaf... tell Uncle... tell me, how old are you this year?"
Tristan Leaf still stretched out his fleshy little hand, raising two fingers.
Joshua Sulliven's eyebrows knitted together, struggling to come to terms with the revelation for a moment. Two years old... How could a two-year-old be his son...
