Gu Xuanye carried the Little Demon King out of the car, striding toward the hotel lobby.
His deep eyes paused for several seconds on the spot where Mo Qiansu and Jing Chen had embraced before moving away coldly.
Tall and straight, Gu Xuanye's figure was imposing, his facial features sharp and perfect, his presence dominant and proud. Wherever he went, he became the center of attention. And now, with the delicately handsome Little Demon King in his arms, their appearance immediately drew countless admiring gazes from those around them.
"This man is so cool and handsome!"
"His son is so exquisite, so beautiful! They're truly God's masterpieces!"
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"Fake daddy, what are they saying about us?" The Little Demon King couldn't understand French, but seeing people's gazes scanning them back and forth, he could feel that their discussions were related to him and Gu Xuanye.
