Hearing this, Feng Jiu softly called out, "Mu Chen, Mu Yue? Xuanyuan Muchen, Xuanyuan Mu Yue." She looked at him and revealed a gentle smile, "That's a good name."
Xuanyuan Mo Ze held her hand in one hand and the child in the other, saying, "Ah Jiu, Mo Chen doesn't have a child, I want our pair of children to recognise him as their righteous father, what do you think?"
Hearing these words, Feng Jiu's heart was slightly shaken, she didn't expect him to make such an arrangement. For a moment, unable to speak.
Mo Chen died for their sake, she had always felt guilty in her heart, she had always felt indebted to him, if their children could recognise him as their righteous father, it would be more than good.
"Good." Her eyes reddened and she nodded.
