Is that her? Why this woman again?

Earlier on, he still heard that she was scolding him. Why was she treating him like this now?

When Little Yancheng heard Lian Ranran call him little child, he was in a state of confusion.

When Little Yancheng looked at his hand that had shrunk by more than twice, back and forth, he was indeed confused for a while.

When he saw his naked upper body, he was even more surprised: What did this woman do to him? What happened when he was unconscious?

Lian Ranran saw his surprised face and suddenly realized that she should find him some decent clothes. She quickly stood up and walked to the front of the wardrobe. She opened the door and began to pound.

"Oh! Right! Where are your parents, little child?" Asked Lian Ranran.

Little Yancheng raised his head and his eyes were filled with Lian Ranran's back view. He started to wonder if this woman got to know he was exactly the bastard in her mouth, he didn't know whether she would directly get the cup on the bedstand and pour the water onto him.

"Yes?" Seeing Little Yancheng remain silent, Lian Ranran turned around and met Little Yancheng's eyes.

The child's face was cold and his eyes were sharp, but his round, fleshy face had turned him into a cute little brat who pretended to be an adult.

Lian Ranran's heart skipped a beat.

Why did she feel so familiar? Where did this look seem to have been seen before?

Oh! ! ! Right! It was He Yancheng! ! !

But that's not right!

The child in front of her was only five or six years old, so how could he be that bastard? Impossible! Absolutely not!

After several times of confirmations, she was sure that it was must because that her body hadn't adjusted properly that she must have been hallucinating. Yes, it was an illusion.

Lian Ranran closed her eyes, patted her chest, comforted herself, and continued to turn around to look for the clothes.

This scene happened to be seen by Lin Fan, who was watching from the side. His glasses, which were held up by his forefinger, slowly moved on the bridge of his nose and he recorded all these in his mind.

"Little child, you wouldn't ..." Before Lian Ranran could finish her sentence, Lin Fan casually interrupted her.

"When you picked him up, you should have thought of it. A child dressed in adult clothes and covered in bruises was lying in a trash can. If he wasn't a beggar, he should have been abandoned by his parents. Do you still need to ask? Maybe he even didn't have a name." Lin Fan picked up a pen on the table and twirled rapidly between his fingers.

"Yes, you're right ..." Lian Ranran nodded and continued to rummage through the clothes.

"I have a name." Little Yancheng's simple words caused Lin Fan to pause. "My name is ..."

Little Yancheng glanced at the label on a doll's chest on the sofa opposite him and said,"Du ... du?"

When he read this name, a question mark floated over the top of Little Yancheng once again. Why did this name feel weird?

"Dudu?" Lian Ranran's upright body stood rooted to the spot and she suddenly felt he was so adorable. "Wow! What a cute name."

Lian Ranran was holding two pink clothes in her hands and walked over, directly sitting besides Little Yancheng, her two hands pinching his chins, "Why do I think you look much cuter?"

Lin Fan knocked the pen on the table and made a crisp sound. He turned to Little Yancheng and asked seriously, "What's your real name?"

Little Yancheng pursed his lips, which had been ripped open, and a hint of caution flashed across his eyes. This man did not seem to be friendly to him.

"I ... don't have a name, as you can see, I'm ... an unwanted child." Little Yancheng removed Lian Ranran's hands and lowered his head, his expression instantly turning sad.