Without waiting for Yun Luofeng to explain, Qingyan's voice, which was as melodious as a black-naped oriole, was heard from the side. "He is my miss's son."
As though struck by lightning, both Tian Ya and Lin Ruobai were stupefied simultaneously.
Yun Luofeng...actually had a son?
And the son was this old as well? Goodness, this was simply inconceivable!
Tian Ya glanced at Yun Luofeng in jealousy. "Even I, someone with half of my body buried in the earth, don't have a wife, but you're only fifteen years old, and you already have a son this old?"
Lin Ruobai's eyes lit up. She lifted her hands to squeeze Xiao Mo's cheeks, a brilliant smile on her baby face.
"Little brother, be good. Let me hear a 'sister' from you."
Xiao Mo's face immediately darkened. He was already someone who had lived who knows how long, and he was actually called a little brother by some little girl who was still wet behind her ears?
And she actually teased him?
