What good comes from doubting, but doubting one's own birth?
Could the huge belly mother had when she gave birth to him be fake?
Young Master Su looked at his brother and said, "But I'm only seven years old. Was I born to an old father?"
Su Chong, "...."
Su Chong felt an itch in his hand, wanting to smack him.
Their father was still young now, nowhere near old.
Seven years ago, he was even younger, yet you call it an old father's child?
"When father beats you, you'll know whether he's old or not," Su Chong advised.
"...."
Although Su Yang's choice of words was inaccurate and deserving of a beating,
Su Chong couldn't deny that when Marquis Dongxiang and Mrs. Tang had Su Yang, they weren't exactly young.
Having a son his age was normal.
He was a full twelve years older than Su Yang.
Su Chong thought for a moment and said, "You can go ask Mrs. Jiang."
Young Master Su quickly stood up, and outside the rock garden, Young Master Shen said, "I'll go call her."
