The bastard Huangfu Jue, if he dares to lose his temper at her son, she'll definitely wipe him out!
Pale fingers stretched over, inching closer to the pastry in Gan Tang's hand. Will had already imagined the pastry hitting the ground, the astonishment on the child's face, but he just turned his face slightly away, not daring to look any longer, while Gan Yuan also tensely gripped her fingers.
Glancing at the pastry brought to his lips, his gaze lifted back to the little guy's face and noticed the radiant smile, which seemed to rise a glimmer of sunlight in Huangfu Jue's gloomy mood.
He realized he had mistaken someone, and how could he possibly take out his temper on a child?
Could it be that, if the child was not his son, he wouldn't like him anymore?
It was just a feeling of pity, and the disappointment that came with hopes dashed...
Reaching over, he took the pastry from the little guy's hand, nibbled a small bite off the edge.