Xuan Yingluo didn’t expect that little seventh would say such a thing. Little seventh was really more sensible than other children his age, and he felt even more heartache for his Mommy. But Xuan Yingluo would rather little seventh be a little more willful, she didn’t want little seventh to be like this. She would feel that she wasn’t doing a good job as a mommy.
Xuan Yingluo hugged little seventh young master in her arms and kissed little seventh young master’s forehead. “Little seventh, Mommy doesn’t think that way. You can like others. This is your right.”
Little seventh young master raised his big black grape-like eyes and looked at Xuan Yingluo. “Then Mommy, can I Like My Daddy?”
Perhaps because of their blood relationship, little seventh young master had already decided in his heart that Zhou Yu was his biological father. There was no need to doubt this.
