"He's your brother, of course I like him."
Although Lu Cong didn't understand why Murong Qian suddenly brought up Murong Yun, he honestly revealed his thinking anyway.
Murong Qian raised her eyebrow. "You mean, if he weren't my brother, you wouldn't like him?"
Lu Cong nodded, "Honestly, I'm indifferent to kids. Can't say I like them or hate them."
Murong Qian's face grew serious.
Upon seeing her seeming discontent, Lu Cong, driven by an insuppressible instinct to survive, quickly added: "I'll definitely love our own kids, our future kids."
"And if our child was walking on the street, would you be able to recognize them?"
Lu Cong: "..."
How was he supposed to answer that?
Stealing a glance at Murong Qian, Lu Cong pondered: if he said he wouldn't recognize, she would probably be even less pleased, right? So...
"Of course. It's a father's instinct. How could I not recognize my own child? Qianqian, are you satisfied with this answer?"