On the verge of widowhood

Bai Qing opened his eyes wide: "Really?"

The young man clenched his lower lip and nodded hesitantly, Bai Qing weakly pressed the center of his brow.

"Almost... there is no modern equipment here, but if you are in a hurry... you can go to the patriarch."

Patriarch?Su Shengjin?

"No, no, no."

Bai Qing took a step back and gave up on himself. If he lost his job, he would lose it. Anyway, it's not that no one is supporting him.

As soon as this idea came up, Bai Qing was stunned and then lay dead in his heart - he actually began to think that being raised by Bai Zi was a good choice.

Then he realized that standing in front of him was a young man who could read minds.

The boy held back his smile: "Our patriarch is very good, he is beautiful and kind."