Li Xingwan's heart skipped a beat when the director mentioned "you and your wife."
Why did it feel... so hot and agitated?
Was it because Fu Chengzhou was too charming? Looking at the Buddha Beads on his wrist, Li Xingwan felt a strong sense of taboo washing over her…
And her face turned slightly red.
She silently turned her face away.
"Almost forgot about my son," Fu Chengzhou remarked. He walked over to the little boy who seemed to be sulking and picked him up in one swift movement.
"Come, son. Let your mommy draw a portrait of us."
"I'm not your son yet," Little Momo struggled. He only recognized Li Xingwan at the moment.
"Hmm?"
"I mean I haven't acknowledged you as my dad yet."
"Hmm?"
Alright, Fu Xiaomo admitted defeat. "You could possibly be my dad."
Fu Chengzhou: "..."
Li Xingwan: "..."
"Pfft! Hahaha…"
"Fu Xiaomo: Do you think you're my dad? I just find it so hard to admit."
"There's love, but not much of it."
