At this moment for Tang Yuchen, his dearest wish was that Kangkang was his child. He did not care to cede control of Tang Family; all he hoped was that his child was still alive.
Kangkang was held by Ah Biao, focused on playing with the toy in his hands, completely oblivious to the tension like drawn swords and crossbows around him.
An Ruo looked at him tenderly, unable to resist calling out his name, "Kangkang."
The little guy lifted his head, his gaze finding her accurately.
An Ruoxin felt an ache in her heart, and tears involuntarily welled up in her eyes, "May I hold the child, please?"
She pleaded with Ah Biao, but Ah Biao rejected her coldly, "Until my boss has fully taken over Tang Family, none of you can get close to this child."
"I just want to hold him for a few seconds, that'll be enough."
"Not even for one second," Ah Biao's voice turned colder, and his men around him were also indifferently looking on as if An Ruo's one step closer would threaten the child.
