"Jun, what are you talking about?"
Shen Weiyang pulled him to the sofa and paused for a moment.
Although the wound was not big, even if it was just a tiny flaw, it would still be a pity.
Ah Jun looked the most like Leng Huaijin's child. It was not an exaggeration to say that she was a replica of Leng Huaijin's child. When she grew up, she would definitely look very similar to Leng Huaijin.
Shen Weiyang would feel very regretful even if there was only a tiny blemish on that face.
So she really did not understand why Leng Jun would say that.
Leng Jun laughed dryly twice to cover it up. "I just think that a man with a scar would be more handsome. A man with a pale face like father would not be cool at all."
When he smiled like a child, Shen Weiyang realized that he was just an eight-year-old child.