the figure of a hurried and slender woman appeared in his dark eyes. Locking onto her target, Fu Mo Han picked up his phone and skillfully entered a number. After the call connected, he gave a few lo...lly slow. It was still eight years before Tianze turned ten.He's going to waste eight more years here, his head is starting to hurt."Uncle, uncle" Tianze's childish voice came, pulling Fu Shaoqing bac...