After a while, the old man put down the phone with a joyous expression.
"You are our family's child!"
These words made the faces of the surrounding crowd pale.
Xia Xibei frowned, "Who says?"
"This is a message from your real mother."
Qi Zhiqiang looked at Xia Xibei with a hint of ecstasy in his eyes, "So you're my child!"
Seeing his excited look, as if he was going to jump over and give her a "loving" hug in the next second, Xia Xibei's face turned grim.
Seeing that he had opened his arms, she moved her feet and avoided him.
"What the hell is going on?"
Qi Zhiqiang's excitement and joy was interrupted by Xia Xibei, and it was a little embarrassing.
However, he had thick skin and quickly brushed off the embarrassment.
"It's like this: You're my daughter!"
He looked at Qi Zhi'an and his wife, with their complicated expressions, with a little bit of smugness in his heart.
