C519 Son call mother

Clack clack, the chopsticks slipped out of Mu Qinghuan's palm.

Did she have a son?

How is that possible?

"Really?" Mu Qinghuan asked miserably.

Feng Cheng only lowered his head to drink the soup. He did not explain any further as the corners of his mouth curled into a charming smile.

It was time to let her know about Xinxin's existence. Then