119) My Dad.

“Who are you?”

With a charming smile, Nicolas knelt in front of the little boy and picked him up from the ground. Then place a small kiss on his chubby cheek, Nicolas replied, “I am your mother’s friend. You can just call me Uncle.”

“Mother’s friend! My mother never talked about it or I have never seen you in my house. Why should I trust you? Mom said not to talk with strangers. What if you are also an evil stranger who wants to steal me,” the kid immediately complained, pouting his lips. But his eyes were scanning Nicolas’s face, after a little pause, he added with a relaxed expression on his face, “But you don’t look like a kidnapper though.”

“Really? So how do I look?” Nicolas asked with his mysterious smile. He just met with the