Jing's mom was the first to lose patience and quickly stepped forward to touch Jing Rui's head.
"Son… Are you sick? No matter how much pressure there is at the company, you must endure it. You can't fall ill…"
Seeing the concern in Jing's mom's eyes, Jing Rui's lips curved further upward, his dark eyes full of amusement.
"Mom, Dad… Grandpa… This is really my son… not Gu Qingshen."
Jing's mom squinted at the little one in Jing Rui's arms; it seemed… it really wasn't Gu Qingshen.
Because among the nearby kids the same size as the one Jing Rui was holding, only Gu Qingshen came to mind.
But this little guy was a bit bigger than Gu Qingshen.
Thinking of this, Jing's mom quickly turned to Jing's grandpa and spoke hurriedly, "Grandpa, this indeed isn't Qingshen…"
Upon hearing Jing's mom's words, Jing's grandpa immediately leaned on his cane and stepped forward.
Whose child is this?
"Jing Rui… You better not be engaged in human trafficking…"
