"Are you saying that Blue Arc is your... son?"
Lin Yilong lifted his head, looking at Mr. Ghost Bell's drooping scarlet eyes, almost asking him word by word.
Ghost Bell remained silent.
"Mr. Ghost Bell... what nonsense are you talking about?" Lin Yilong lowered his head, chuckling softly, "I didn't expect you to develop such a sense of humor after not seeing you for two months?"
He rarely laughed. In the two years since losing his father, he had hardly smiled, yet at this moment, the corner of his mouth twisted into an ugly grin. The muscles on his face twitched slightly.
But Ghost Bell still said nothing.
Slowly, he removed the metal breathing mask from his face, keeping his head lowered, appearing downcast with a scruffy beard.
Gu Zhuo furrowed his brow and spoke with a somewhat complex expression:
"I should have told you about my son, Gu Qiye, before."
