Ling Sheng tilted her head, holding a chicken wing in her hand with a gorgeous smile. "I'm sorry, Sir. I don't have time right now."
Jun Shiyan frowned slightly. He looked at the greasy fried chicken wing in the woman's hand and felt a little disgusted. He said, "I want to discuss with you about our son."
The moment he said this, Ji Fanchen and Cheng Ye looked at Ling Sheng in unison. Son?
Cheng Ye widened his eyes in shock.
Ji Fanchen had always controlled his emotions very well, he had never even shown any joy on his face before. When he heard the man's words, he was shocked for a moment and glanced at Ling Sheng.
She and the Third Master's son?
How old was Sheng Sheng? How could she have a son?
Ling Sheng knew that Xiaoqi had gone on a holiday with her parents. She did not know what the man was up to, so she sneered. "I have nothing to discuss with you."
