Luo Yangyang looked at Lancelot, who was cautious and nervous. She then turned to look at Feng Sheng, who was sitting beside her.
Feng Sheng looked at her with a calm gaze that made her feel at ease. She then said,"My birthday is June 6th."
After Luo Yangyang finished speaking, she saw Lancelot's hand on the table clench.
"Yangyang, Yangyang…" Lancelot looked at Luo Yangyang, who was sitting across from him. He was so excited that a thin layer of mist appeared in his eyes." Yangyang, maybe…" You are my child."
Upon hearing Lancelot's uncertain tone, Luo Yangyang clenched her fists tightly.
Just as waves were surging in her heart and she was about to lose control of her excitement.
A thick palm silently reached over and covered her hand, gently holding it.
Feng Sheng's hand seemed to have a magical power. Luo Yangyang felt the excitement in her heart slowly calm down when he held it.