Looking back, Su Qingying's usually thick and weathered face, like an old mountain, turned a rare shade of red. She let out a delicate moan, "It wouldn't be right, what if you called me Ying'er Wouldn't that confuse me with your daughter","May I hold you" A hint of a smile appeared in Xuan Yuan Luo Chen's cold amber eyes as he gazed at the pink and tender little dumpling swaddled in cloth.,"……"Xuan Yuan Luo Chen had a headache. "This woman's love of money hasn't changed one bit!"。
