"Yes, my son, Gu Yumo," Mo Qiansu took over the conversation.
Gu Zhenhua gave her another cold glance, a sneer forming in his mind: Having a child with someone else and still having the nerve to give him the Gu Family name!
"Yumo is really handsome!" Pei Yuelan couldn't help but praise him. Her gaze was still fixed on the Little Demon King.
At that moment, the Little Demon King was sitting in his daddy's arms, focusing on the transforming toy in his hands. His small, slightly pursed mouth was rosebud-soft, and his fair and delicate features seemed to be specially cared for by God, exquisitely crafted to perfection, beyond reproach.
Especially those eyes, sparkling like the stars, with lashes so black, so thick, and so long. At such a young age, he exuded a noble quality, unbelievably handsome.
Pei Yuelan was seeing for the first time a little boy so exquisitely good-looking.
