"I'm not saying he doesn't know I have a son, but he doesn't know the son is his."
Lu Yinxing felt a flood of information, as if a great story were unfolding.
Lu Yinxing said, "How did this happen?"
Wu Mengmeng took a deep breath, "It's a long story that can't be told today; I'll tell you all about it next time we meet."
Lu Yinxing nodded, "How old is the child, boy or girl?"
"It's a son, three years old."
Speaking of her son, Wu Mengmeng's eyes revealed uncontrollable smiles and pride, "I'll show you some photos."
Wu Mengmeng took out her phone and showed pictures to Lu Yinxing.
The album was full of photos of the two together.
Lu Yinxing couldn't help but exclaim, "So cute, wow, he's so good-looking, just like you."
Indeed, Wu Mengmeng's son seemed like he was sculpted from the same mold as Wu Mengmeng.
For now, there's no trace of Wu Wei's features.
Especially those big eyes, like grapes, dark and bright.
"What's his name?"
"His name is Lang Lang."
