Yi Yi seemed to understand Fu Chi's words, his big, gorgeous, black eyes gazing at the person on Fu Chi's phone screen, lazily leaning against the wall, tilting his head slightly, lifting the corner of his mouth slightly to the camera. One glance was captivating, flamboyant, bright, yet slightly overwhelming.
He stared at the face on Fu Chi's phone for a long time before a somewhat vague outline formed in his mind.
He remembered this beautiful sister.
Whether the young boy in front of him understood or not, Fu Chi pointed at the picture and asked, "Do you want to call your mother?"
Yi Yi's eyes were lost.
It seemed that his biological father had permanently closed his eyes a short while ago, but he couldn't perceive such pain. Perhaps it was for the best - it didn't have much impact on his life. This was probably what Yi Yang wanted to see, although for him, this kind of thing was quite sad.
