Six-year-old Mo Yechen not only looks very much like his father, but even his little eyes are very similar.

In front of Chu Weiyu is a good baby.

After Chu Weiyu took her son over the layers of tents, there was still a layer of sweat on her palms.

She didn't know if her plan was feasible. But she believed that Mr. Mo would be happy to see her son like this.

After arriving at the tent where the Mo family was, there were two people guarding the outside. He knew that the Mo family was not here, so after arriving here, he looked at the two guards guarding the outside.

"Girl, this is the residence of the leader of the Mo clan. Please leave, girl..." When the two men standing outside saw her, they immediately stopped her.

But when she saw the little boy's hand that was made of pink and jade, she was slightly startled, because this little boy really looked like the young master of his family.

Chu Weiyu naturally saw the two of them looking at each other, and she said: "I want to see your clan leader, tell me that Chu Weiyu wants to see him, and tell him that if he doesn't see me, he will never see his grandson.

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When the two guards heard what he said, their eyes widened, especially when they looked at the little boy in front of them. They were even more convinced that the woman in front of them was not lying.

But when did his young master have such a big child?

Just by looking at him at first glance, one would be able to guess that this child is the young master of his family.

"you……"

"Go or not? If the head of your family knows that you are so lazy and he loses the chance to meet his grandson, I will have nothing to do with him being punished."

The two guards looked at me, then I looked at you, and finally one of them left quickly.

But the other guard looked stiffly at the big and small people in front of him.

"Is this really our young master's child?"

"Nonsense!" Chu Weiyu replied coldly, then took her son into the tent.

"Mom, my grandpa, will he not like me?"

"Of course not, honey, do you still remember the name your dad gave you?"

"Remember, my name is Mo Yechen, and my nickname is Xiaobao..."

"Well, you are very good. When grandpa comes back later, you must introduce him like this, do you understand?"

"Oh...I know, mother..."

Chu Weiyu and the others did not wait long before they heard bursts of footsteps coming towards them from outside. The force of one of the footsteps was very obvious and seemed to be filled with emotion.

With a swish, the curtain at the tent door was opened, and a majestic man walked in.

The man was dressed in black, with a very neat hairstyle. His face was very solemn.

After entering, his eyes fell on the adults and children in the tent, especially the child.

When he saw the child's appearance, he poured out an old leaf because the child looked exactly like his own son.

He wouldn't believe it if he said he was not his son's father.

He quickly took two steps forward, pulled Xiaobao in front of him and stared at him.

"You, what's your name?" Patriarch Mo felt a little excited when he saw the little guy who looked exactly like his son.
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