Song Zhen's voice was melodious yet tinged with a trace of cool detachment.
This made Gu Xinzhou's heart chill by half.
She looked at McDull, originally hoping that McDull would also be on her side.
But to her surprise, she discovered that McDull obediently lay in Song Zhen's arms, one hand around his neck and the other touching Song Zhen's chin, looking curiously at the new stubble of blueish beard with fascination.
And Song Zhen, he let McDull fumble on his face at will.
He felt the child's hand was tender, and it was comforting to have his face touched.
At that moment, he truly enjoyed it.
Gu Xinzhou looked on helplessly at this scene, thinking to herself, perhaps this is the nature of father and son, blood is thicker than water!
She furrowed her brows and said coldly, "Why should I believe you! Maybe your secret is made up, worthless!"
Moreover, her mother had been dead for over twenty years.
What secret could there be?