"You don't seem happy to be my godson?" Xuanyuan Qing furrowed her brows and added, "This big city of Yanjing has a line of people wanting to be my godson stretching from Zhongnanhe to the Northern Suburb."
"Uh, I know, I know." Lin Hai wiped the sweat from his forehead, feeling quite distressed.
Even though he knew Xuanyuan Qing's actual age, her appearance was still that of a sixteen-year-old little girl.
Thinking about accompanying Xuanyuan Qing shopping in the future and calling "Godmother" with all sorts of "special" gazes from the people around, Lin Hai felt his scalp tingle.
"Alright, eventually, you'll willingly call me godmother, I don't believe that dead beast will hide and not come out for the rest of his life." Xuanyuan Qing waved her hand impatiently, seemingly unhappy about Lin Hai not calling her "godmother."
