He Is Not My Father

Feng Qingying almost burst out laughing. The venomous tongue that Ah Nuo used was something he learned from the Seven Laws.

She patted Ah Nuo, signalling him to stop, and then smiled lightly at Zhu Yuejin, "Ah Nuo is more straightforward, I hope Miss Zhu does not lower himself to him, there is no need to worry about my king and I, we are not afraid of trouble."

Just as Feng Qingying finished speaking, a carriage came over, the three of them looked at the carriage and knew that it was Xiao Feimo's carriage.

After the carriage came to a stop, Xiao Feimo lifted the curtain of the carriage and saw Feng Qingying.

He didn't hurry to get out of the car, but kept his hand on the curtain.

Seven years ago, she had left without saying goodbye, only leaving behind a message for her to return.

He had waited for years and years, always certain that she would come back.

Finally, she was back in good shape. But who was that little boy by her side?