Ever since he had seen Little Baozi, Lu Beicheng had thought countless times that Little Baozi was his son.
But now, when Gu Nanyan suddenly and without any warning told him this, Lu Beicheng was still deeply shocked.
Little Baozi was his son, Little Baozi really was his son.
For a moment, Lu Beicheng's heart was beating so fast it almost leapt out of his mouth, and his breathing became erratic.
After swallowing his saliva, he still couldn't calm down. He stood up and walked over to the floor-to-ceiling windows, then fished out a lighter and a cigarette from the coat on the coat rack.
His right hand trembling, he struck the lighter, but realizing that Gu Nanyan and Little Baozi were in the room, he immediately threw the lighter and cigarette away.
