When Gu Tingjue heard Mo Qi's words, he immediately thought of that child.
He just so happened to be in this restaurant, and only that child bore a striking resemblance to him, yet sadly, he wasn't his son.
He was certain that he hadn't been involved with that woman, Jian Ran, five years ago; if he had been, he would definitely remember.
Because there were really very few women who had relations with him.
No woman could get close to him.
Gu Tingjue's gaze was deep, his thoughts lost in who knows where?
Seeing everyone's disbelief, Mo Qi grew anxious, "It's true, I didn't lie to you. It really is a mini version of Tingjue. I was truly startled when I first saw him. If you don't believe me, you can go out and see for yourselves; the child and his mother are here dining."
Gu Tingjue glanced at him, then declared, "That's not my seed."
His tone was very firm.
Mo Qi furrowed his brows slightly upon hearing this, finding it incredible. Had he seen him before?
