"Besides your mom and dad, do you have any other guardians?"
Bai Yifan decided to be helpful to the end.
This silly baby doesn't look very clever, but hey, the silly baby is good-looking!
Long eyelashes like feathers, even paler and more tender than the children in New Year paintings.
The whole person is like a pudgy milk ball, soft and cute.
Bai Yifan is a looks fan.
He doesn't like children, nor does he like unintelligent ones.
As long as the child is good-looking, those flaws... can be overlooked.
"Guardian?"
Fan Tangtang bit his finger, slowly pondering the meaning of these words.
With his kindergarten diploma, he finally recalled that guardian meant like a parent.
"Yes! It's my grandpa," Fan Tangtang nodded obediently, "Mom and Dad aren't here, so Grandpa is my guardian."
Bai Yifan nodded to himself.
As expected, surviving in the apocalypse requires more than brains, there must be a reliable guardian.
