Untitled

Lu Fenying was a smart man. He could naturally tell that the son he picked up wasn't ordinary.

He thought that this child was already extraordinary.

But when he thought of Feng Qingtian's son, he felt that his baby was normal.

After the meal, Lu Fenying took out the gifts he had prepared. "One for the crown prince and one for Su Shenfan. Take them. I won't go."

He didn't like socializing to begin with, and he liked Mo Qian'er interacting with them even less.

He had a feeling that after interacting with outsiders for so long, Mo Qian'er would try to get away from him.

What could he do? He could only make Mo Qian'er be his slave for the rest of her life.