Mu Yin couldn't quite figure out what he was thinking for a moment, and panicked a bit, "You still don't want him, do you? If you don't believe me, you can look at that U..."
"When did I say I didn't want him? Even when I wasn't sure if he was my child, I accepted him. What are you rushing for now?" Bo Fengheng suddenly raised his head, his handsome face flushed with a somewhat enchanting red.
His lips slightly curved up, carrying a doting flavor.
"Really? Truly?" Mu Yin's heart leapt with joy, as if suddenly immersed in honey.
So, she hadn't guessed wrong, he really had compromised back then.
This was more precious and moving to her than if he had only accepted her after completely confirming the child was his.
"Hmm, I was just calculating when it was conceived. Was it that night you seduced me while drunk?" Bo Fengheng's blurry eyes looked at her, half-smiling.
"I don't know..." Mu Yin's face heated up, so red it could drip blood.
