"Adopted son?" Mo Yixuan muttered these two words, a pair of thick eyebrows drawn tightly.
On the other end of the phone, one said, "Yes, Yixuan, it suggests that he is really an adopted son. Why, what's wrong, or you suspect that the child is yours?"
Li Yunsheng seemed to have figured out the reason why his sister and nephew were so excited.
Li Qin's eyebrows tightened suddenly. She shook her head in disappointment, then soon became extremely excited. Her eyes were opened quite wide. Even the chopsticks she was holding fell onto the table with a clang.
"That's right, right, Yixuan." Suddenly, she clutched her son's hands tightly, her face overflown with an exciting smile. "The date is right, right."
The birth date of that child, August 28th, indicated that the time of pregnancy should start in late December, which was in conformity with the day Yixuan said that he had sex with her for the last time.
