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5 years later, Taiwan's Taoyuan International Airport.

The afternoon sun shone through the French windows of the departure lounge and onto the floor of the entrance hall. With the crisp and sweet sound of Miss Broadcasting's directions, everyone's faces were filled with haste.

However, under such a situation, he saw a four or five-year-old boy wearing a small casual outfit looking around with his big round eyes and an anxious expression on his face as he looked at the crowd.

His short fingers gripped the handle of the large suitcase behind him. He tried to protect the luggage with his fingers, as if he was afraid that the luggage would be lost.

Ten minutes later, the anxiety on the boy's face intensified.

Twenty minutes later, the boy's round white face turned red.

Finally, thirty minutes passed …

"Wow!" A world-shaking wail suddenly resounded in the air above the terminal.

The passengers in a hurry turned their heads and saw a cute little boy with a crystal-like face and misty eyes. He had a string of long tears hanging from the corner of his eyes.

He pouted and wailed, "Mommy, Mommy, where did you go? "Your baby needs to pee, your baby can't hold it in any longer …"

Many female passengers, upon seeing this cute little boy, burst into tears. They could not help but let their maternal instincts run wild. One circle after another of people surrounded them, inquiring about the situation with concern.

"Little friend, are you looking for your mother?"

The little boy did not utter a word. He wrinkled his little face and continued to sob uncontrollably.

Some people in the crowd began to mutter, "How can such a cute child be casually thrown aside? I really don't know how these people are parents. "

"That's right. Seeing the child cry made my heart ache. I really don't know what his parents are thinking."

"Hey, look. Look at that man over there. He's the little boy's father's land, right?" Someone suddenly pointed not far away and cried out, as if Columbus had discovered the New World.

Everyone's eyes quickly looked over. Not far away, they saw a cold and arrogant man wearing a black suit was holding onto the clothes by his side. He was a girl with a sweet smile on her slender waist.

Of course, this was not the main point. The main point was that the man was obviously cut from the same mold as the crying boy. That appearance, that outline, it was simply an absolute father-son relationship that was magnified and shrunk!

At this moment, the man's firm and unyielding lower jaw was pressed against the girl's cheek. His thin lips were pressed against the girl's ear as he said something. The girl in his embrace immediately smiled seductively.

Seeing this situation, one of the busybodies who was doing justice angrily rushed over and pulled the man and woman away.

The busybody bellowed at the man: "How can you be parents? Leaving the children to look after their luggage, it's too irresponsible for you to talk about love here! Didn't you hear the child cry? "

The man was a very handsome man. He had sharp and clear facial features, sexy and thin lips, and eyes as bright as the stars. No one dared to look directly at him.

He glared at the person with a dark expression and then coldly threw out three words — "Lunatic!"

As soon as his words fell, he was scolded by a group of passengers.

"How can there be such a place? This is such a waste of a father! "

"Aiyo, look at that woman, she seems fine. "I suspect that this girl is not the child's mummy at all. Seems like the child's father has a mistress. The child's mummy has run away in anger!"

"So it's like that … What a pitiful child, what a hateful father!"

"That's right, the tiger poison isn't eating anything yet!" You heartless bastard! "