No, no, Little Dou felt that he had to fight for his Mommy!
“Handsome uncle, your... your ex-wife has already married another man. She might even have a son who is as old as me. If you remarry, you’ll have an extra burden. Do you really not mind?”
Fu Xiyao’s heart tightened when she heard this question. Although she knew that Little Dou was his son, he didn’t know.
Fu Xiyao looked at Little Dou helplessly. Silly son, why did you say that you’re an extra burden?
How would he answer this question?
Fu Xiyao quietly leaned her little head over and her bright eyes glanced at the man on the other end.
Ling Limu had already returned to Villa 99. He was wearing black silk pajamas, holding his phone with one hand and a coffee cup with the other. He took a sip from his lips, the bright neon lights reflected on his handsome features through the floor-to-ceiling window. He looked mature and dazzling.
