"Jingting, you..." Ruan Wanyi was furious. "You're really a case of 'a grown son is no longer meant to be kept at home.' Why can't you listen to me for a second? I took you to burn incense and pray to Buddha because I hoped you would have an heir soon."

"You don't need to worry about this."

The mother and son faced off, the atmosphere tense, when a bodyguard suddenly rushed in, "Master Zhan, someone's here..."

Ruan Wanyi said dismissively, "So what if people are coming? What's there to be nervous about? At most, they're just members of the Zhan family coming to pay their respects for the New Year."

"No, it's a little boy who claims to be your son, Master Zhan!"

Everyone: "......"

Ruan Wanyi was stunned for a moment, then quickly scoffed, "You know I long for a grandson, but you can't just try to make me happy like this, can you? How could Jingting possibly have a son?"

The bodyguard swallowed hard. "Madam, but that little boy looks exactly like Master Zhan!"

"How is that possible?" Ruan Wanyi, forgetting even her manicure, suddenly stood up. "Take me to see!"

Qiao Wanwan's heart skipped a beat. For some reason, a strange feeling arose within her, which she couldn't quite explain.

She followed him out, and the door opened, revealing a cute little boy who looked about two or three years old. He was wearing a white down jacket and a fluffy hat, and was very adorable.

He had his back to the door, but when he heard it open, he slowly turned around, instantly stunning everyone!

Just as the bodyguard said, this face looks almost exactly like Zhan Jingting's, it's practically a miniature version of Zhan Jingting!