"Yes? You are my father. Of course, my mother would be your wife. Isn't the answer very obvious?" Tang Zhixi had a really stupid expression on her face, and there seemed to be a hint of disdain in her tone.
"So, your mother is..." At this moment, not only was Third Young Master Ye's voice trembling, even the hand that was holding Tang Zhixi was trembling.
Was it really Wuyou's child? Was it really his and Wuyou's child?
But at the last moment, Ye Lanchen felt that his voice was trembling so much that he could not speak.
He was afraid that he had guessed wrongly. He was afraid that this little child had made a mistake. He was afraid that he would be happy for nothing.
"My mother is Chu Wuyou." Tang Zhixi sighed again and finished speaking on his behalf.
Third Young Master Ye's body was obviously frozen. Although he had guessed that it was possible, he could not be sure. He had even thought that it was just meaningless hope.
