"This should be Song Zhi's adopted son, right?"

Tang Xue lowered her voice and asked in Tang Mu's ear.

Tang's mother frowned and said nothing, her eyes constantly scanning the faces of Song Qingbai and Tang Junhe.

"Why does he look so similar to Junhe Microclimate?"

Tang Xue's brows furrowed, and she pulled her mother's arm.

Not only does he look like him as a child, but his facial features are also exactly the same as he is now.

Before Tang's mother could speak, Tang Xue spoke again.

"Could he be Jun He's son?"

Tang Xue just felt that she had discovered the truth.

Otherwise, it would be impossible to explain the two people's almost identical facial features.

Song Qingbai is simply a smaller version of Tang Junhe.

The mother and daughter immediately thought of the Song family's strange behavior.

The more he thought about it, the more he felt that Song Qingbai might really be the son of their Tang Junhe.

Otherwise, why were the Song family so afraid that they would see Song Qingbai? Every time they came to the Song family, Song Anshan would always ask their nanny to take the child out and never let them see him.

Even if they asked to see the child, Song Anshan would always find various reasons to refuse.

Tang Mu's expression became increasingly tense.

"Mom, should we..." Tang Xue couldn't help it anymore and quietly pulled her mother's sleeve.

Tang's mother naturally understood what she meant.

But at this moment her mood was also very complicated.

If this child is really Jun He's, why would Song Zhi hide it?

Tang's mother was afraid that there must be a big secret behind this.

She hesitated for a while, and finally shook her head.

"Don't ask yet. They've only been married for two days. Don't cause any trouble. Besides, we have no evidence. Maybe it's just a coincidence."

Hearing this, Tang Xue looked at her mother in surprise.

Does she believe what she said?

But Tang Xue is not someone who doesn't know her limits.

She suppressed her doubts deep in her heart and did not show anything on her face.

But when they saw Song Qingbai, both of them couldn't help but look a little strange.

Tang Mu cleared her throat, took out a large red envelope that she had prepared long ago, handed it to Song Qingbai's little hand, and said with a smile: "This is the red envelope from grandma, take it quickly."

Hearing this name, Song Zhi's face changed slightly.

When Song Qingbai saw the red envelope, his eyes immediately lit up.

Although he is still young, he knows that there is money in the red envelope, and the money can be used to buy delicious food and fun toys.

In the past, his mother and grandfather would only give him red envelopes during the Chinese New Year.

Although Song Qingbai was very envious of the red envelope in Tang Mu's hand, he did not take it immediately, but looked at Song Zhi for advice.

"Take it, and thank grandma."

Song Zhi nodded.

He then took the bulging red envelope with a smile and thanked Tang's mother in a crisp voice.

"Thank you, grandma."

"So good."

Tang's mother was so touched by his sweet voice that her heart melted. She gently rubbed the little guy's head with an extremely kind smile.

Tang Junhe stood by and watched, and took out a red envelope from his pocket and gave it to Song Qingbai.

Song Qingbai accepted it happily.

The red envelope had just been received and was not even warm in my hand when I heard Tang Junhe say again.

"Qingbai, isn't it time to call me?"

As soon as these words were spoken, the expressions of the people around him became a little subtle again.

Song Zhi looked up at him and couldn't help feeling a little nervous and a little strange.

Why is Tang Junhe so persistent in getting Song Qingbai to call him dad?

Did he discover something?

As soon as this thought came to mind, sweat instantly broke out on Song Zhi's palms.

She knew in her heart that this matter would not be kept secret for long.

She was mentally prepared from the moment she agreed to marry him.

But being mentally prepared doesn't mean she's ready to tell Tang Junhe everything.

She really didn't know how to start talking about Song Qingbai.

Will he be angry if he knows that I have kept it a secret for so long?

When he finds out that Qingbai is his son, will he think she is selfish?

Song Zhi was not sure about all this.

So she dared not say anything now.

Song Qingbai really wanted the big red envelope in Tang Junhe's hand. That red envelope looked even bigger than the one given by the grandma just now.

But, do I really have to call him dad?

Song Qingbai bit his lip in embarrassment and wanted to ask Song Zhi for help, but saw that Song Zhi seemed to be in a daze.

And at this moment, Tang Junhe was still seducing.

"The money in this red envelope can be used to buy a lot of delicious food and toys."

His watery eyes rolled around twice, he bit his lips several times in confusion, and finally he cried out softly.

"Thank you, Dad."

Although the voice was very low, Tang Junhe could hear it clearly.

He curled his lips in satisfaction, handed the red envelope to him, and rubbed Song Qingbai's little head.

"So good."

Ran Qiu, who was standing aside, had a subtle expression, his eyes were dark and surging, but eventually he calmed down.

Song Anshan was also surprised.

He didn't expect that Song Qingbai would actually call Tang Junhe.

What he didn't expect was that Tang Junhe would get the name "Dad" with just a red envelope.

Song Zhi looked at Tang Junhe suspiciously, and became more and more doubtful whether he already knew.

"What's wrong?"

However, when Tang Junhe noticed her gaze, he looked very confused.

"fine."

Song Zhi stared at him for a few seconds, and seeing that he seemed to know nothing, she felt conflicted.

Should I tell him or not?

Everyone was hiding something, which made the atmosphere in the whole room very subtle.

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