Yun Ran looked over and saw a young man suddenly rush out from behind Mo Beiyuan. He was dressed in a grayish-blue robe that was embroidered with ancient patterns with silver thread. His hair was casually tied up with a unique wooden hairpin, and his handsome brows were not stained with any smoke or fire. His temperament was cold and aloof; it was as if an immortal had descended to the world.
Unfortunately, he opened his mouth.
"Mo Beiyuan, when did you take in a foster son?"
Feng Chen revealed an exaggerated expression that did not match his immortal face and carefully sized up the little baby in someone's arms.
It didn't take long to realize that there was someone else in the room besides the toddler.
When his gaze shifted to Yun Ran and the little Sweetcake in her arms, his expression became even more exaggerated. He rushed in front of the mother and daughter and pointed.
