C245 Xiao Luo Is Not My Son at All!

Leng Muyan's eyes were stunned for a long time. Then he lowered his head and stared at Lo. He said quietly, "Iman, take a good look at the child in my arms. Do you have a very familiar feeling?"

"Familiar?" Iman followed Leng Muyan's hand in disbelief and turned her eyes to the sleeping Lo.

Iman frowned and stared at Lo for a long time.

She had beautiful eyebrows, deep eyes, long eyelashes