The Crippled Bigshot’s Little Ancestor Is Too Cool

He Youran laid on the bed and fell into deep thought.

She had never thought that finding He Shouxin’s biological father would be so difficult.

Since the three men in the prison were not his biological father, then the only person she could find was that man who had gone into hiding somewhere. If even he wasn’t…

He Youran clenched her fingers and furrowed her brows in pain.

If even the man who was hiding was not He Shouxin’s biological father, it could only mean that He Shouxin’s biological father was dead, or that Chen Meiyu had lied to her!

Either way, it was a huge blow to her.

If He Shouxin’s biological father died, it would be more difficult to cure his illness.

If Chen Meiyu lied to her, how much time would she have wasted? With Chen Meiyu’s character, she would lie to her a second time after lying to her once. If she took pleasure in leading her by the nose, she would never be able to find He Shouxin’s real biological father. What would He Shouxin do?

“Little Daji, are you fighting a team fight or are you looking for a mate?”

“Do you think you’re the Gourd children who tried to save their grandpa but instead got trapped one by one?”

“How much money worth of skins did that person give you?”

On the sofa, He Shouxin was holding his phone as he worked frantically while he turned on the microphone.

The little boy was nestled on the sofa and was a delicate and weak ball. However, the words that came out of his little mouth made people’s hearts burn with anger.

He Youran couldn’t help but pat the bed and berate him:

“He Shouxin, you’re so capable, aren’t you? How old are you? All you talk about is mating!”

After being scolded by her, He Shouxin subconsciously shrank his body and glanced at He Youran in a flattering manner. Then, he continued to operate without stopping.

When he finally finished the game and saw the big word “Victory,” his mood improved slightly. He threw his phone away and jumped onto the bed, hugging He Youran’s arm and acting coquettishly.

“He Xiaoran, did you eat dynamite? Are you in a bad mood?”

“I think you’re not learning the right things at such a young age.” He Youran rolled her eyes at him.

“Why wouldn’t I learn well? Yin-yang intercourse is the source of human nature. That’s how I was born,” He Shouxin joked with her.

He had grown up abroad and received an open sex education. He had known about matters between men and women since he was very young. He wouldn’t ask “Mommy, mommy, where did I come from?” like the children in China. wWs he stupid?

He Shouxin pursed his lips in an angle that He Youran couldn’t see. Then, he reached out and picked up He Youran’s phone.

“Hey, you –“it was too late for He Youran to stop him.

He Shouxin knew about his illness. He also understood that He Youran was willing to give birth to him and raise him under those circumstances. It was already very, very good. After all, his birth wasn’t a happy past for He Youran.

He was also very open about his illness, but he was worried that no one would protect He Youran after he left.

“He Xiaoran, don’t be sad.” He turned off his phone and threw it to the side. His tiny body nestled in He Youran’s embrace as he hugged her slender waist with his short arms.

He Shouxin was so sensible, and He Youran’s heart was even more bitter.

Five years ago, she had never anticipated He Shouxin’s arrival, especially since he had stayed in her stomach under those circumstances. She didn’t want him, but no matter what this stubborn little life had experienced, he was still in her stomach. He was like a seed that would not admit defeat and stayed closely connected to her.