Ye Zimo sat in the first class lounge, thinking about the scene just now, would that child be his?

"Lord, are you still going to Paris?" Thirteen asked with some caution, even she thought that the child is the Lord, the Lord must also believe that the child is his.

Ye Zimo did not answer thirteen questions, and his mind was in the same eye as before. Everyone who has eyes can see that little boy looks like him.

Following thirteen fingers, Ye Zimo walked over, crouched in front of him and asked softly, "What's your name?"

After that, Ye Zimo breathed and waited for the child's answer.

"Hello, uncle,...