Hungry?

"He looks... Yes, he's quite handsome."

Feng Sheng thought for a few seconds and felt that he could not describe Lancelot's appearance with words.

".."Luo Yangyang was speechless. What kind of answer was that?

"Don't think about this matter anymore. I'll get someone to investigate later."

Seeing Luo Yangyang staring at him with resentment, Feng Sheng immediately comforted her.

"Can you find out?" Luo Yangyang, who had a glimmer of hope in her heart, could not help but doubt it.

These were things that had been sealed for at least twenty years.

"Yes, I can." Feng Sheng's indifferent tone was filled with certainty.

Luo Yangyang leaned against Feng Sheng again, acting like a quiet kitten.

The two of them quietly hugged each other and fell into deep thought.

As Luo Yangyang thought about it, she touched her face with her little hand.

She had been looking at this face for twenty years, but she really didn't think that he was of mixed blood.