Li Qiyu studied the person before her for a few dozen seconds, a ready smile forming, about to assent.
Suddenly, a small figure bounded onto her leg, clinging tightly to her, "Mommy..."
Li Qiyu was shocked as a delicate little boy with chubby little arms tightly wound around her leg looked up pitifully with his small face.
That exquisitely delicate face resembled Bo Yeyuan's to a tee, with deep European features, perfectly mixed-race, just like a doll fashioned from roses.
Li Qiyu had never seen such a beautiful child, momentarily taken aback.
"Little guy, have you mistaken me for someone else?"
"Mommy, don't you want your baby anymore?" Tiankong's eyes were brimming with tears.
"Get in the car," the gentleman urged, politely opening the car door, glancing hesitantly at the fierce-looking Hapi.
"You go away..." Tiankong glared at the car owner angrily, "My daddy will beat you up."
