Who would have thought it had been such a short time? Li An had already transformed from a disfigured bar singer to an inspirational idol in the hearts of thousands of fans.
His song was incredibly popular, resounding across the country, with people humming it wherever you went.
"Star Sky Entertainment..."
Tuanzi muttered to himself while sitting in the car.
"Uncle, do you know any artists from Star Sky Entertainment?"
The driver smiled: "This won’t stump me. Isn’t the leading artist of Star Sky Entertainment that Liu Weiyang? She’s stunningly beautiful! There’s also Mi Xuechun, who shot to fame with a web drama. And that young guy Yuan Zicheng, who became popular on variety shows..."
The driver uncle listed them one by one as if he knew them by heart.
In his world, there was no Star Sky Entertainment, no Li An, no Mi Xuechun, and no one named Yuan Zicheng either.
He only had some impression of Liu Weiyang, but she wasn’t considered a major star.
The entertainment company run by my mom didn’t leave any mark in the Future.
Tuanzi looked at his small palm, seeming to grasp something but also not quite understanding, his eyes filled with an overwhelming sense of confusion.
The little girl in Mommy’s belly was the real child of Mommy and Daddy.
Then, what about him?
What was he?
Tuanzi murmured: "The baby Mommy’s having isn’t Tuanzi, it’s another child..."
"Little one, we’re here." The driver uncle had been talking all the way, finally stopped the car, took a sip from a cup nearby, and spoke to Tuanzi.
Tuanzi was no longer lively and agile as when he first arrived, nodding somewhat blankly.
He fumbled in his pocket, finally fishing out a note to give to the driver, "Thank you, Uncle."
The driver uncle took a look and immediately grabbed Tuanzi by the back collar as he was about to get out: "What’s wrong with you, kid? Why are you trying to fool adults with toy money?"
"That’s a hundred!" Tuanzi hurriedly said.
The driver uncle laughed: "A hundred? I don’t even recognize a hundred? I want the red Mao Zedong bills."
Tuanzi looked at the note and suddenly remembered.
A few years ago, the national currency was redesigned, and it hasn’t even been issued yet, so it’s being mistaken as toy money by the driver uncle.
"This is the only money I have. Uncle, just wait a few years, and you can use it."
The driver uncle looked at such a pretty child with suspicion and couldn’t help but say: "What’s wrong with you, kid? Trying to fool me with this worthless money? I felt something was off when you got in the car earlier. You... do you have a mental issue?"
Such a beautiful child, but with a mental problem, what a shame.
"Didn’t you just say that your parents died two years ago? And then you muttered that the baby your mom’s having isn’t you? You must be sick."
The driver uncle said, increasingly convinced as he spoke.
This kid must be mentally ill; he didn’t seem quite normal from the start.
The driver uncle looked at the surrounding villa area, slapped his thigh with one hand, lamenting: "Driving here from the city hospital costs over ninety bucks. And here I am, dropping off a mentally ill kid. Not a penny earned but so much gas wasted!"
Tuanzi exclaimed: "I’m not mentally ill."
"Are you still being stubborn? I’ll take you to the police station right away. Where are your guardians? How can they let a sick kid wander around?" the driver uncle scolded.
Tuanzi was on the verge of tears, never having been considered mentally ill before.
He watched anxiously as the uncle was about to drive off.
His gaze passed through the glass window and suddenly caught sight of a familiar figure.
Tuanzi instantly opened the car door and rushed towards that slender, white figure, crying aggrievedly: "Uncle King!"
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