"What do you think?"

Mo looked coldly, calm and indifferent. She smiled slightly and said meaninglessly, "Whether it's an illegitimate child or a son who should have his real name... It makes no difference."

"Oh?" It's cold and light.

Instead of looking at the cold, Mo sat upright and said slowly, "Either of the two here... It's all one without a formal "cold" surname, isn't it? After that, she looked cold again.

Cold and slightly lip-hooked, he raised his hand and touched the moist cheek, after two months of intensive care, her face was white and red. Ben has grown a kind of witchcraft, and now with the broken skin,...