Wu Fengtian stood there, still reeling in shock.
"Wha..."
His family showered Yang Wei with attention and affection, treating him like the golden child while he, battered and burdened, went unnoticed.
Then, Wu Fengtian's father, Wu Shu, lumbered in, carrying a load of firewood. He didn't even notice Wu Fengtian's presence, he turned to Yang Wei. "Oi! Wei'er, you might need to share some of those your tree-chopping secrets?" he asked with a hearty chuckle.
Yang Wei flashed a charming smile. "Of course, Uncle."
Wu Shu laughed, his round belly jiggling. "Ah, no need for 'uncle'. Just call me father. You're practically family already."
Yang Wei joined in the laughter, and Wu Fengtian could only watch, dumbfounded.
His mouth hung open, but no words came out.
He'd been standing there for what felt like ages, yet nobody noticed.
