I never thought that something like carrying the wrong child would happen to me.
When the biological parents got out of the Bentley,
I was smoking a cigarette and holding a stick, and I was having a fight with a group of gangsters in the alley.
When they saw me, a green dragon on the left and a white tiger on the right, carrying an iron rod in each hand, they panicked.
They all subconsciously protected the gloomy boy wearing designer clothes behind them.
