After Gu Jue heard Feng Yan's words, he sneered and fell back onto the bed. He must still be sleeping and dreaming.
In his dream, Feng Yan, Han Bing, and the two little things appeared. Feng Yan said that they were his sons ...
His son ... F * ck, he had never even touched a woman before. Where did he get a son ...
In this world, unless Chu Bai Qing could give birth, he would never have a son.
Son ...
"Jie, whose sons do you think they are?"
Gu Jue suddenly sat up again and pointed at his brother and brother.
When the two children saw Gu Jue pointing at them, they stopped kicking their legs and sucking their fingers. They glared at their father.
Their actions and expressions were surprisingly consistent, and they were very cute.
"It's either your son, Chu baiqing's son, or both of your sons. One for each of you. Either way, it's your son!"
Feng Yan crossed his arms and pointed between the two children with his slender fingers.
