Lu Beichen lowered his head and sighed, reaching out to touch his son's little head, "I know, everyone is guessing who your mom is, but most people think it's Xi Yao."
Little Bun suddenly looked up at him.
"Even you think so, right?" Lu Beichen said as Little Bun was about to speak, "Even though I've said many times she's not, you still don't believe me."
"Do you still insist she's not? Earlier, Uncle Zhu said Sister Tongtong's eyes resemble mine, but today I found out that my eyes are exactly like hers..." Lu Sinian held the frame in his hands and glanced at it, then slowly said, "You say she isn't, so she isn't."
But he would still think so, Lu Beichen knew his son very well.
He opened his mouth slightly several times, but in the end, he hesitated, "If you think so, Tongtong might think so too. Lu Sinian, you may be a child and not understand much, but now Tongtong is my wife and your mom. She's so good to you, you mustn't do anything to hurt her feelings, okay?"
