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"I don't feel anything."
Qiao Chutian had just held the child in his arms and felt no connection, as if he were holding a stranger's child.
There wasn't a hint of familial closeness.
He really didn't want to hold him anymore.
"Sigh——"
Mai Xiaomai let out a quiet sigh and handed the child over to Nanny Zhang.
Nanny Zhang examined the child carefully and exclaimed, "How come he doesn't look like the young master at all? His eyebrows, eyes, mouth, nose—none of it. It's hard to tell if he is actually the young master's child."
"Nanny Zhang——"
Mai Xiaomai interrupted her, saying, "If he's not the young master's child, then whose could he be?"
"I really hope he's not my child."
Qiao Chutian spoke up, "But Nana has been with me for the past ten years and hasn't been involved with any other men. If he's not mine, whose could he be?"
Mai Xiaomai felt the same way.
If it weren't Qiao Chutian's child, would Lin Na have so boldly left the child with them?
