"That's because his father is an American, and your Dad is Chinese. I just working in America, so I don’t look like Americans. Look, if Papa were American, wouldn't you be like an American? Did your classmate looks like his father? " Fang Zhiqiang laughed.
"Looks like it!" The child's mind turned and he nodded.
"Alright, you and Daddy, sit here. Mama will order your favorite pizza." Wang Yaxin placed Wang Jingyu in a chair and looked at Fang Zhiqiang. Then, she walked outside to order her dishes. The school was big, and it seem to have all the things that children used to eat and use.
“Are you really my father?” Wang Jingyu stared at Fang Zhiqiang with his big eyes.
"Of course I'm your father. If I wasn't your father, why would I follow your mother to visit you?"
"Then what’s my name?
