Kuang Meiyun couldn't help but gasp.
Oh my god, this child's imagination is really, really amazing.
In fact, there was only a 30% resemblance, but he could actually connect the two closely.
"Holmes?"
Peng Bairan clenched his teeth and asked Kuang Meiyun doubtfully, hoping that she could give him an explanation.
"What do you mean? Did you draw him a Sherlock Holmes that looked like me?"
However, she acted as if she did not hear it.
Kuang Yin walked over to his mother, whose face was pale. His eyes became extremely passionate. In the end, he hugged his mother's thigh and shook it gently.
"Mommy, is he Daddy? Mom, I want to know if he's my father or not. Is he..."
A child was still a child after all. Once she had a thought in her heart, how could she hold it in? She immediately let out a cry.
Peng Bairan was deeply shocked by the child's actions.
