The elevator door opened and Xuan Yingluo ignored Zhou Yu. Instead, she held little seventh young master’s little hand and walked into her office.

“Little Seven, you sit there and draw.”Xuan Yingluo settled little seventh young master down.

“Okay, Mommy.”Little seventh young master took out a brush and a notebook from his small schoolbag and began to draw. However, his big black eyes still fell curiously on Zhou Yu’s body, looking and looking at him.

Zhou Yu’s figure was very tall and strong, but because of his disguise, he couldn’t reveal his appearance like little seventh young master. However, this man who suddenly appeared was filled with a majestic sense of power, little seventh young master felt that this uncle was very similar to the Daddy in his previous paintings.

In fact, even the Daddy in his paintings wasn’t so tall.

Xuan Yingluo put down the bag in her hand and looked at Zhou Yu. She said indifferently, “Come here, I have something to tell you.”

Xuan Yingluo opened the door of the conference room and walked in.

Xuan Yingluo knew that this matter couldn’t be hidden anymore. Little seventh young master’s identity had been exposed. She had been careful not to expose little seventh young master in the spotlight all these years. In addition, little seventh young master’s appearance was becoming more and more similar to Zhou Yu’s, so she was even more cautious.

But she didn’t know what had gone wrong. This Zhou Yu had suddenly come to her door.

Zhou Yu must have found out about little seventh young master’s background, so she had to have a good talk with him about this matter.

At this moment, there was a “Da”sound as Zhou Yu walked in and closed the door behind him. It was obvious that he wanted to have a talk with her as well. The content of the conversation could not be revealed to little seventh young master. Little seventh young master was still a child.., he did not understand the complicated world of adults.

Xuan Yingluo turned to look at Zhou Yu and asked, “Why are you here?”

“I came when you went out to pick up your son.”Zhou Yu looked at her with a deep and complicated gaze.

“Then you should know that your wife, ah Juan, came here to cause trouble, right?”

“She’s not my wife. I’ve already said that.”

Xuan Yingluo was silent for a moment, “Whether she’s your wife or not is not important. What’s important is how you handle it. Your identity is special. If others find out that you’re not dead, have you thought about the consequences? I have family, relatives, and friends. At that time, I gave you false testimony to prove that you’re dead. I don’t want the people around me to be implicated because of me. Now that our matter has been stirred up by Ah Juan, how do you want to handle it?”

Zhou Yu pursed his thin lips. “I’ll take care of it. Ah Juan won’t appear in front of you anymore.”

“You should leave too. You shouldn’t appear in front of us anymore.”

Zhou Yu stepped forward and reached out to pinch her smooth shoulders. “Is Little Qi my son? Is He My Blood?”

Xuan Yue looked at him honestly. “Do you even need to ask? Little Qi is your son. If you don’t believe me, you can do a DNA paternity test.”

There was no need to do it!

He believed it!

From the moment he saw little qi, he knew that Little Qi was his son.

Zhou Yu tightened his grip on her shoulder, “Since Little Qi is my son, why didn’t you tell me earlier? He’s already so old, yet I still don’t know of his existence. All these years, he didn’t have a father, and I didn’t have a son. Xuan Yingluo, why are you so ruthless?”

Xuan Yingluo smiled coldly. “Zhou Yu, now think about it. If you knew of Little Seven’s existence, wouldn’t what happened between us have happened?”