"Is this for me? I'm so touched, Acheng."
Watching Ji Zimo's exaggerated reaction, Lu Jincheng pursed his lips and said nothing.
"Where's the child?"
The paternity test had already confirmed the blood relation between him and that child. No matter how skeptical or incredulous Lu Jincheng felt inside, in the end, he could only accept it.
"He's sleeping inside."
When Ji Zimo said this, the smile at the corner of her mouth couldn't be suppressed. Lu Jincheng had finally decided to accept this child after all.
Lu Jincheng walked in on tiptoes, carefully observing the child's face. No matter what, the child was his own.
The eyebrows and eyes did indeed resemble his own, and even the mouth looked quite like Ji Zimo's.
After looking for a while, he then came out, ready to leave.
"Acheng, won't you stay a bit longer?"
Seeing Lu Jincheng about to leave, Ji Zimo didn't even care to drink her soup.
"I still have things to handle, I'll come back tomorrow."
