Cohabitation

Normally, Yan Chen would have already gone to work at this time of day. Why would he be standing at the door, giggling foolishly? The little guy felt that something was wrong this morning.

However, none of this was important, since he wasn't here to see his father after all.

"What are you doing?"

Seeing that the little guy was about to push open the door, Yan Chen lifted him up with one hand.

"Looking for Mom."

"Are you a tadpole? Are you looking for your mother?"

"It used to be."

What and what?

When they were young, they had been dug out of the ground. How could they have known about tadpoles in his generation?

Yan Chen felt that his life could be considered as falling into the hands of his own son, even though he did not know it yet.