As soon as these words fell, not to mention Mrs. Zhou and Mr. Zhou were dumbfounded, even the reporters blocked outside the quarantined area were filled with question marks. Uncle? Dad? What's going on?
Isn't Ye Jingzhe's father the sole ruler of the Atlantis harem, Crown Prince Mo Yinhe?
This must be getting so emotional that he's lost his words, right?
Is that little boy Ye Jingzhe's child's playmate?
Madam Hua followed closely and walked to the little boy Zhou Qiancheng, her wrinkled eyes filled with tears, staring at Zhou Qiancheng's fair and tender little face, wiping tears again and again as they fell.
Before seeing the child, Madam Hua had a belly full of words, but upon seeing him, millions of words turned speechless.
The three-year-old Zhou Qiancheng directed his gaze at Madam Hua's face, unable to resist extending his little hand to wipe away her tears, his immature voice colored with intense emotions of a reunion: "Please don't cry, I'm back."
