Black Tiger Lin Jili, Crow Rides the Plane

As the sun set in the west, Grandpa Sun's mobile power bank went to the other side of Blue Star to shine and give off heat.

The cozy villa lit up, and children's laughter drifted out from time to time.

Susan was busy preparing dinner.

Unable to stand Lin Feng's nagging, Wanda had also slipped into the kitchen to help out.

Lin Feng had stuffed Wanda's little head with too much bizarre knowledge for her to digest.

Setting down his teacup, Lin Feng leaned back comfortably against the sofa, narrowed his eyes, and dozed lightly.

Martina and little brat Lin Jili sat squeezed together on the sofa, their two pairs of eyes fixed intently on the cartoon. From time to time, they pointed with their little fingers and chattered away.

The incredibly warm atmosphere made Lin Feng feel incomparably comfortable, even a little dazed.

In the not-so-large villa, Susan was like the mistress of the house, while Lin Feng was naturally the master.

Martina and Lin Jili were like their children—lively and curious about everything in the world—letting Lin Feng experience the feeling of a complete family.

As for Wanda... well, if he had to put it that way, she counted as a sister-in-law!

This familiar feeling resembled the days when he had gathered with the director and his friends at the orphanage, yet it was fundamentally different.

This was something that truly belonged to Lin Feng himself.

When Lin Feng was little, watching his friends get adopted one after another, he would have been lying if he said he was not envious.

Every time, the director would smile as she saw those orphans off, only to turn around and be unable to stop herself from crying.

They were all her children. How could she bear to let them go?