The child was still hugging song qingxiao's leg and wailing, completely unaware of the turmoil in the heart of the person in front of him.
"What's your surname and what's mine? why don't we change our names? Ah Wang? Fortune? Jin Bao ... I'll listen to your orders, mother ..."
"How is that possible? How is that possible?"
Such a thought flashed through song Qing's mind. She couldn't help but reach out to touch the child's head.
His spiritual power did not move, and the seal in his body did not show any signs of being broken.
She clearly remembered the first time she touched miss Zhang's stomach. When the child kicked into her palm, the feeling of spirit energy slowly seeping out.
"Something's wrong."
She thought to herself.
If the child in front of him was not Zhang xiaonian's child, then was it just a coincidence that he was calling her 'godmother'?
No! Song qingxiao immediately denied this thought.
There was no such coincidence in the scene.
