When Mrs. Lu went to get her test, Lu Yebai stayed behind to accompany Meng Zichen.
He was still not used to this child.
The fact that the boy's face resembles his own so much helped him realize that this was his own flesh and blood.
Although they had never met before, sitting face to face right now, there was a peculiar sense of familial warmth.
Lu Yebai's gaze constantly rested on Meng Zichen. His deep look seemed to be probing something. In contrast, Meng Zichen kept his eyes downcast, staring at the ground in an unhappy manner.
After Meng Xi'er left, he had been feeling low, ignoring Lu Yebai, immersed in his own sorrows.
"What did you mean when you said yesterday that you consider Mo Sinian to be your father?"
Lu Yebai suddenly asked.
At the mention of this, Meng Zichen looked up and glanced at Lu Yebai.
"He's better than you, can't I consider him my father?"
Better than me?
