Chapter 463 Your Son Is In My Hands
- Replacing someone?
- Ying thought she had misheard.
- "What makes you think I would agree?" Ying chuckled, looking at Min Lingrui, who was wrapped in a towel like a silkworm. This child had a sweet mouth, and she quite liked him. As for the little boy on the phone, judging from his tone, he sounded just like Ji Fuchen—simple, cold, and commanding, as if everyone had to obey him.