The servant saw him, "Mr. Che."
He walked over, looked at the little baby in the cradle, reached out, picked him up—the little guy was asleep, sleeping very peacefully, like a little prince from a fairy tale...
Ling Xiche carried the baby back to his room.
Meng Tingting looked at Che coming in from outside, holding a child in his arms, and was momentarily stunned.
Ling Xiche walked over to her, sat down, and showed her the child.
Meng Tingting looked at the little one in disbelief, "This is Tricky, how come he's with you?"
"Don't you want a child? From now on, he is yours," Ling Xiche said.
Hearing his words, Meng Tingting looked at him in surprise, "Che, how could you? You clearly know that Tricky is Sheng's child, you also know..."
Ling Xiche interrupted her in a deep voice: "If it weren't for her, you wouldn't have lost your child."
The child was lost at Xia Yunsheng's place, and this matter could not be separated from Xia Yunsheng.
