章節 968: My Son… that was his Voice, wasn't it?

Qiao Qing gaped at the little ball of fat. Her heart melted as her maternal instinct flooded her system. Her gaze softened. 

"The baby is beautiful. He looks just like you."

"Haha, right?" Sang Wu's face blossomed into a flower, "Everyone tells me the baby looks mostly like me. Even if he does have genes from that son of a b!tch, he only inherited the best genes. If he was born looking exactly like that S.O.B, I would've returned the baby!"

Qiao Qing, "..."

Jun Yexuan, "..."

Another moment of silence for Mu Jinghang. 

So she only saw him as a delivery man. 

Qiao Qing continued to gawk at the playful baby and she smiled, "You're just calling him little bean? Do you not have a name yet?"

Sang Wu, "I do have a name for him. Little bean is his nickname. His real name is Sang Ling."

Jun Yexuan laughed. So this kid didn't even get his father's last name. 

Just then, someone knocked on the door.