Huo Qi finally realized that Wu Fan seemed angry and lifted his head, revealing a stunned face.
Remembering something, he shook his head with a wry smile, "What are you wildly speculating about?"
"Answer my question!"
Wu Fan's eyes instantly turned cold, his whole body seething with rage as if he wanted to burn him to ashes.
"No," Huo Qi gently scratched the child's palm and spoke softly, "Since she wants to continue the Duan Family bloodline without changing her surname, let's call her Letian—joy to forget sorrows, calm and composed."
Wu Fan breathed a sigh of relief and, recalling his disgustingly tender voice like flowing water, shook off the goosebumps on his body.
"How have I never noticed how cheesy you are before? You must be a fake, right? Has someone possessed you?"
Huo Qi pursed his lips and smiled, remaining silent.
It was as if he had found the goal of his life, finally filled with the drive to move forward.
