Chen Fengdu immediately exclaimed excitedly: "His name is Mo Yinhe. If you can make him my grandson, all past grievances will be written off."
"Okay." Adopting a child as a godson is not a big deal, it isn't a difficult task.
Chen Fengdu was instantly invigorated, but then said: "You brat, it's too early to guarantee anything now. Don't think this will be easy. That little rascal, Mo Yinhe, won't easily recognize anyone as his dad!"
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Meanwhile, at the bottom of the sea, in the imperial palace.
Ye Xingguang fed Yin Xiaohua till she was full. Looking at Mo Yinhe, the little guy was sitting on a stool, eating up all the noodles in his bowl meticulously, not even leaving soup behind, and after finishing, he even elegantly wiped his mouth. The noble etiquette was pleasing to the eye.
"President Yin, how do you find this lunch?"
Mo Yinhe, not wanting her to be arrogant, said: "It's barely passable."
