"Do you know who your dad is?" Jue Xichen looked at the little boy in front of him with cold eyes, and a gleam flashed in his deep eyes.

"I don't know." Ran Ran didn't even think about it and said he didn't know.

"How old are you?" Jue Xichen leaned back, leaning back against the sofa, with a faded strip, noble and elegant.

"Five."

Five-year-old?

It has indeed been five years since Qin Nianxuan left.

"When is your birthday?"

"May 20th."

“……”

The little guy looked indifferent, and there was an aristocratic aura all over his body.

"Where's my mommy?" Ran Ran looked around, and finally his gaze fell on the upper floor.

Jiang Wu said, "Little master, Miss Qin has gone to work in the company." ”

"And when will she be back?"

“……”

"Come here." Jue Xichen raised his hand and motioned for the little one to come to him.

Ran Ran raised his eyebrows, but walked over obediently.

"Do you know who I am?"

"Jue Xichen."

The boy dared to call him by his first name.

Oh, he really deserves to be Qin Nianxuan's son.

There was no traffic jam on the road, and Qin Nianxuan arrived at the Imperial Capital Garden in twenty minutes.

After changing her shoes at the entrance, she walked in.

"Jiang's mother, Jue Xichen, he ......"

The rest of her voice was drowned in her throat at the sight of the little boy sitting next to the man.

"Mommy." Ran raised a gentlemanly smile.

"Ranran, why are you here?" She looked at her son in shock.

"Surprised?" Jue Xichen raised his eyebrows and squinted at her, and smiled coldly.

She was shocked, could it be that Jue Xichen already knew that Ran Ran was his son?

"Qin Nianxuan, let me ask you, whose son is he?" Jue Xichen's gaze swept over Ran Ran, who was sitting upright.

"It's not yours, it's not." She hurriedly explained, but because her tone was too nervous, there was a hint of wanting to cover it up.

"Huh." The man sneered in a low voice.

Qin Nianxuan was flustered in his heart, secretly thinking, did he really know?

But how would he know?

"From today onwards, Ran Ran moved to the Imperial Capital Court to live." Jue Xichen glanced at her with deep taste and said coldly.

"Nope." Qin Nianxuan almost blurted out, "Jue Xichen, Ran Ran is really not your son, he ......"

He suddenly interrupted her words angrily, "Qin Nianxuan, shut up, I hate women who lie and lie to me the most!" ”

“……”

He did.

"When did you find out?"

"Qin Nianxuan, you are bold enough to hide it from me for so many years." The man's eyes narrowed slightly, and the cold voice made her body stiffen.

"I can take care of Ran Ran myself."

It's the same without you.

"Really?" Jue Xichen raised his eyes to look at her, his eyes were cold, "But you seem to have forgotten that he is my Jue Xichen's son." ”

“……”

Her worst fears had happened.

Mother Jiang came down from upstairs and smiled kindly, "Mr. Jue, the little master's room has been cleaned up." ”

Qin Nianxuan suddenly remembered something, "Have you been to Yan Yan's house?" ”

"Miss Qin, don't worry, we didn't hurt your friends." Jiang Wu replied indifferently.

With the little master here, they didn't dare to touch the people of the Tong family.

Hearing this, Qin Nianxuan couldn't help but secretly breathe a sigh of relief.

"Mother Jiang, take the little master upstairs." Jue Xichen stood up, his gaze fixed on the woman.

"Yes, Mr. Jue." Jiang's mother came over and wanted to hug the little one, but ran ran to Qin Nianxuan, "You promised me that you wouldn't hurt my mommy again." ”

"Ran Ran ......" Qin Nianxuan looked at his son who was standing in front of him like a little knight.

Jue Xichen's cold and arrogant gaze swept over Qin Nianxuan, "If I really wanted to move her, it would be impossible for her to stand here safely and sound." ”

"I want you to do what you say." Ran Ran said with a firm look in his eyes.

"Hmm." Jue Xichen's eyebrows were raised high, and he bowed lightly.

The momentum of the father and son is not lost.