I'm a Buddhist foster child

People may not know what Yang Guang is doing, but Yang Jian suddenly understood, because Yang Guang left an "eternal quatrain" in history.

Yang Jian smiled and said faintly: "Good head and neck."

——Good head and neck, who should cut it?

Yang Guang was still in a daze, when he heard this sentence, his small body trembled suddenly, squinted at Yang Jian from the mirror, and said suspiciously: "Who the hell are you?"

Why do you know what I said?

Yang Guang figured it out more or less. The father in front of him is not his real father. After all, Yang Guang is a person who has lived a new life and can feel Yang Jian's unusualness. I know everything.

Yang Jian raised his lips and smiled, and said softly, "Me? I'm your father."

Listening to this "perfunctory" words, Yang Guang's surprise and doubts did not subside, but for some reason, this sentence seemed to be a reassurance. Accompanied by Yang Jian's gentle voice, it made people feel calm and peaceful... …

There are some questions that cannot be answered for the time being, but they are not considered problems, and it may not be time to get to the bottom of it.

Yang Guang finally turned his head, looked up at the plate with his round face, raised the corners of his chubby lips, and said in a cute voice, "Father, are you ready to be the master?"

Yang Jian smiled back and said lightly, "My son, are you ready to be the crown prince?"