Fu Yan had someone untie Liu Qingyin. Liu Qingyin cursed up a storm, almost invoking all of Fu Yan's ancestors.
Exhausted from cursing, she glanced and noticed Fu Yan looking at her with a smug grin, like a pervert.
"What the hell are you laughing at, Mr. Fu?!" she snapped. If she found out who had bound her and thrown her into a box, she'd make them pay.
"Seeing you makes me happy," Fu Yan said, handing over the child to her as if presenting a treasure, "This is my son, isn't he cute?"
The little guy was bouncing up and down joyfully in Fu Yan's arms, but when he saw Liu Qingyin, his gaze fixed on her.
Liu Qingyin stared at the child's face, finding it increasingly familiar, "This...this..." How could this child look so much like the one Liu Yuan had abandoned?
"Do you think my son is beautiful too?" Fu Yan hugged the little one and kissed him.
