Ye qingge yearned to see her daughter again in this life. She wondered if li Mumu was also thinking of seeing her mother ...
She still remembered that when they were in the car, she had made a tick with him. That handsome and cool little face had been filled with happiness.
If she wasn't, how could she say it? but if she was, she couldn't say it either ...
"Am I your biological son?" Li Mumu used her sleeve to wipe her eyes fiercely, and even her snot was pulled out. She had never looked so miserable before.
Li Nancheng's heart ached at the sight of this. When had this little devil ever been in such a sorry state? when had he ever cried like this? he had always been the one making others cry.
Faced with li Mumu's repeated questioning, ye qingge's lips trembled as if there was a sharp knife against her throat.
"Am I your biological son?" Sure enough, he was li beixiao's son. Ye qingge's heart was heavily pounded by his low and deep questioning voice.
