The words that Zhan Yang had left behind before he left were like a sharp thorn that pierced deep into one's heart.
After Zhan Yang and the others left, li yaoyang immediately turned to look at the baby in ruan Mengmeng's arms."Mengmeng, he's a child. Are you sure he's really your and junyu's son?"
"That's right, ruan Mengmeng. Even Zhan Yang said that just now. Could there be a trap?"
Old Madam li was worried as well. She felt that Zhan Yang would not say something like that out of the blue. look carefully. Is this really the chongchong you were talking about? Could it have been switched by Zhan Yang and the others?"
After li yaoyang and old Madam Li said that, ruan Mengmeng's crystal clear almond-shaped eyes became misty.
She looked down at the little baby in her arms. That familiar face, that familiar face.
This child was almost a miniature version of li junyu, although there were some differences from little chongchong when it was just a few months old.
