In the past two days, the only man who was old enough to be Luo Yangyang's father was the foreigner, Lancelot.
"Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes." Luo Yangyang nodded and stopped smiling.
Now, she thought of Lancelot, especially when Sister Hong told her about her mother's hardships.
All of this was caused by Lancelot. Her heart sank.
When Sister Hong saw that Luo Yangyang had suddenly quieted down, especially when she noticed that Feng Sheng's gaze had suddenly sharpened, she tactfully shut her mouth.
"Wait!" Sister Hong suddenly thought of something important." If Lancelot is your father and he is Luo Ye's uncle, then aren't you Luo Ye's cousin?"
He recalled that Lancelot had stayed in her hotel for a week in order to pursue Yangyang and did not go out to play.
Sister Hong suddenly felt sorry for Luo Ye.