He had secretly looked at the child's photo, the face that was exactly like his.
Such a clever and adorable child, he couldn't control the urge to crush him just by looking at his picture, let alone if he met him in person...
Lu Moqing dared not think about it, hatefully resenting the person who had tampered with his memory.
If... if it wasn't for his unconditional trust in Xuxu, forcing himself to control that weird emotion, he wouldn't dare to even think about what he had done to the child.
At the same time, he discovered another point.
As long as he didn't touch anything related to the child, that urge would not ensue.
For example, not mentioning the child, not looking at the child, that kind of impulse would not occur.
"Xuxu, I..."
He pursed his lips, not knowing what to say, as many words couldn't be spoken, or rather, he didn't dare to say.
Qiaoxu lifted her head from his embrace, giving him a reassuring gaze, smilingly said:
