"Who do you want?"

Song Rushuang slowly said, "I want the little child in my arms just now."

"What?"

Qin Lie's expression suddenly changed, with an indescribable feeling in his eyes.

I don't know if he was angry or what.

"What do you want him for? Do you know him?"

Qin Lie's voice became slightly hoarse.

He was indeed suspicious and questioned Song Rushuang's request.

Song Rushuang looked at Qin Lie strangely, as if she didn't quite understand what he was talking about.

"Isn't this child an orphan? I'm an orphan myself, so I feel very sorry for him and want to adopt him. Why...why are you so angry? Could it be that this child is?"

Before she could finish what she wanted to say, Qin Lie interrupted her.

"Ah, this child definitely has nothing to do with me. He's just a little fool. If you like children, why don't you have one yourself?"

He seemed to be deliberately bringing the topic to this inexplicable matter.

The expression he looked at Song Rushuang became more and more malicious.

A hint of murderous intent flashed in Song Rushuang's eyes, but it quickly disappeared.

She just said shyly:

"I, I just want to see if it's difficult. Besides, I'm still a minor now. If I really want to have a child, it will be a long time in the future."

Qin Lie suddenly paused and thought that no one had dared to say anything nonsense in front of her in the past.

After all, it's my own child. If she wants to adopt it, let her adopt it. It's no big deal.