His Old Face...

Mo Beiyuan was a jinxed lone star, so this child had to be either stolen or snatched.

Although Sweetcake was sickly at this moment, he could not help but think that the little packrat was really good-looking. Her exquisite porcelain-like face was filled with a spirited aura, and her cute appearance was really likable.

The main point was that Third Elder had been in seclusion previously, so he did not know about Mo Beiyuan's gossip.

Seeing Mo Beiyuan carrying a little pink ball, he naturally did not think of her as his biological child. Mo Beiyuan was fierce and cold. He must have nabbed her because she was beautiful.

It was not as if he was not capable of doing such a thing. Yet, Feng Chen, the brat, was following him all day long.

Little Sweetcake was not used to seeing a room full of strangers. Now that she was sick, she was very delicate.

She hid in Mo Beiyuan's embrace and called him Daddy.