Malcom Moore was thrilled to hear the little angel's words.
The little angel didn't dislike him for it, even said she allowed him to like her mommy and cheered him on. How could he not be excited, happy, or glad?
Malcom tightly hugged the little angel, bravely kissed her tender white face, "Don't worry, darling, Uncle will definitely try hard!"
"Uh-huh, uh-huh." The little angel nodded, her beautiful eyes bending with a smile.
Watching the little angel's smiling face, Malcom suddenly realized the little angel seemed somewhat familiar; apart from her brilliant big eyes, the little angel's other features resembled him—a younger version of him.
If that were true, then the little angel...
Before that crazy thought could develop, Malcom shook his head violently.
How could this be?!
Was he losing his mind?
Yes, he must be losing his mind!
He clearly had someone check already, yet such an absurd notion arose—how was he not crazy?
