Zhang Changjiang stared at Niuwa, then suddenly cracked a smile.
He fished out a dirty piece of rock candy from his pocket and held it out to Niuwa, "Xiao Jun, is it? Don't be scared. Uncle and your dad are good buddies. Here, have some candy."
Even after hearing Niuwa call himself Bai Xiaojun, Zhang Changjiang still didn't believe it.
He glanced again at Niuwa's clothes. They were clean, but of average fabric, and the hem was torn in several places, looking a complete mess.
Bai Bo treasured his son like the apple of his eye when he was alive; how could the little bastard possibly be wearing torn clothes? How could he suddenly become so thin?
If he wasn't Bai Xiaojun, then he could only be one of the village children.
The kids from the village were poor, inexperienced in the ways of the world, struggling to get even a sip of sugary water on a typical day, so the dusty piece of rock candy he held was still a huge temptation to them.
