In that abandoned warehouse, he heard a sentence.
The man said: Mo Feng, your son is still in my hands.
He thought about it over and over, but couldn't think of anyone else besides himself.
But his father isn't Mo Feng.
Gu Nanqiao's face froze for a moment, looking at Chengcheng's serious little face, she couldn't help but step back a bit.
Regarding this matter, she really didn't know how to explain it to the little guy, it was better to let Huo Jingting explain it himself.
Huo Jingting also knew that as Chengcheng grew up, he would inevitably find out about this matter and ask about it, so from the start, he didn't plan to hide it.
As long as he asked, he would tell him the truth.
"Mo Feng... is your biological father."
"Real dad?" Chengcheng seemed to half understand, still puzzled, "But aren't you my dad?"
