His son should be a dazzling Little Prince, so how could Lian Xinying have turned him into something that shies away from the light?
Agonizingly heartbroken!
When Yan Ye said 'my son,' both Lian Xinying and Xiaocheng were startled.
"Do you think I'm an idiot? With this face, this violent temper, if he's not my son, could it be you made him with thin air?!" Yan Ye saw Lian Xinying clinging protectively to Xiaocheng, unwilling to let go, and his anger spread from the depths of his heart.
Lian Xinying pursed her lips and remained silent.
If only Yan Ye would come over now and forcefully pluck a strand of Xiaocheng's hair, they could quickly have a scientific result.
"You shouldn't be fierce!" Lian Xinying's eyelashes trembled slightly, her voice a bit hoarse.
Seeing him surrounded by flames, it was a lie to say she wasn't scared.
Just after Lian Xinying's words fell, Xiaocheng, wanting to cheer his mother on, charged towards Yan Ye and shouted loudly, "You shouldn't be fierce!"
