The night darkened.
The top luxury cars at the entrance of the magnificent manor left one by one quietly and spectacularly.
With all the guests gone, the large Dharma-style living room appeared a little cramped at the moment—
Various kinds of gifts were piled up around the sofa, the coffee table, and the floor. Among them, there were the keys of brand-new luxury cars, the giving certificate of yachts, and even the property ownership certificate of an island on the Pacific Ocean...
Every year at the birthday party of Feng's First Young Master Feng Qingyan, they would be presented with both hands and given to the most distinguished man in a respectful manner.
"Young Master, there is a strange gift. I don't know who sent it." The butler held the documents and bowed respectfully.
Feng Qingyan glanced sideways and said in a cold voice, "What is it?"
He had a tall and slender figure by the French window. His face was so handsome that it made him look even more noble and masculine under the moonlight.
Her brows were deep and her eyes were dark. Her nose was straight and her lips were thin...
Even his wrist, which was shaking the red wine glass at the moment, had a natural noble feeling.
"That..." The butler pointed behind him and pointed at a carton at the back of the plant.
The pink box, which was half the height of a man, was tied with a delicate bowknot with a light blue ribbon on it.
It had always been placed behind the plants, so few people had noticed it before.
"We checked it three times, but we don't know who sent it here."
"Then throw it away." Feng Qingyan put down the cup and went upstairs with a cold face.
The New Year's birthday party was just a formality for him.
As for the gifts... the storehouse was already piled up like a mountain, so it was not worth paying attention to.
"Yes." The housekeeper responded and immediately moved forward with the servant.
However, before they could touch each other, the carton suddenly moved—
Then the ribbons loosened and spread, as if a switch had been started. The carton twisted and fell to the ground with a bang.
Feng Qingyan replied and looked back.
The side of the carton was pushed away from the inside, and then a soft thing crawled out of it—
Everyone was stunned.
There was actually a doll in the carton! A living little doll!
He looked less than one year old, with round and fat little butts and a high pout. He was wearing light blue shorts and knee-length white long stockings. There was also the mark of white paper urine pants on the lower edge of the shorts.
Her plump limbs were short and small. She stared at Feng Qingyan with her big black grape-like eyes. She held the carpet and looked in the direction of Feng Qingyan. Then she clenched her wet mouth and rolled over to him.
Finally, she sat down at his feet and looked up at him without a blink of an eye.
Feng Qingyan: "..."
Having lived for 26 years, he had seen all kinds of gifts. This gift made him feel that it was different from anything else.
He frowned and was a little angry. "Whose child is he? Call him to ask, and then send him back!"
This kind of prank was not funny at all! As soon as he finished his words, he stepped forward and continued to go upstairs.
However, as soon as he took a step, the trouser legs behind him were caught by someone.
"Daddy——"
The tender voice was like a stone splitting the sky, which made everyone freeze again.
"..." Feng Qingyan stared at the little fat hand who was grabbing his trouser leg. "You have mistaken me for someone else!"
His tone was full of impatience.
He had not even married, nor had he had any woman by his side. Where did this child come from?!
"Daddy—" The little fellow was still grabbing his trouser legs, and his reflection was reflected in her big clear eyes.