Father King?
Feeling the warmth in his arms, Yan Lin's body stiffened.
This little fellow, his father is a prince?
But as far as he knew, Nanduan Kingdom didn't have any princes of different surnames.
If the child were of imperial blood, then he should not refer to Hanhan in such a way.
"Could it be, his Father King isn't a prince of Nanduan Kingdom, but from another country?"
Yan Lin's eyes darkened further, and he found himself curious about the little lad's biological father.
Suppressing the emotions in his heart, he tried to get up.
But Little Tuanzi actually clung to his finger.
"Father King, Father King, don't go…"
Perhaps even Little Tuanzi himself hadn't realized that, after spending these days together, he had grown dependent on Yan Lin.
So when he felt a familiar warmth in his sleep, he was reluctant to let go.
"Fine, I won't leave."
Yan Lin's heart inexplicably softened, and he said in a hoarse voice before he sat back down by the bed.
