It was already night when Cassifer came back from the police station. "Butler, please send someone to Missi Zhe's house immediately to check."
The manager helped the young master into the living room, but when he looked around, it was strange that there was no one in the living room.
"Big old man?"
"master?"
"lady?"
"Young Madam?"
Lin Xiqi limped down the stairs. "What is it called? I'm not dead yet."
"Young Madam, may I ask where the master has gone?"
Lin Xiqi's eyes flashed with anger. "I don't know where they are. I want to find them myself."
"Is everyone dead? Get me some water quickly." She shouted arrogantly to the people below, then limped towards her room.
Ever since Kasefir came back, he has felt a familiar aura nearby.
"Phil, you're back, look who this is."
Behind him, his grandfather actually spoke to him in Chinese.
Several people who were no longer in the living room just now came to the living room one after another, their expressions were extremely excited.
And the reason for all this comes from the little boy surrounded by the crowd.
The moment the housekeeper saw him, he believed without a doubt that this must be the young master's child. He looked exactly like the young master.
Even the cold expression on his face and the arrogance in his eyes are exactly the same.
Musheng raised his head and looked at his back, walked around him and walked in front of him, looking at the identical face in front of him.
This time he believes that he really did not find the wrong father, but he no longer wants his father.
"Child, call me daddy." Mrs. Mohammed was so happy that the wrinkles at the corners of her eyes were wrinkled several times, but she didn't care at all.
Loki looked at him with rare excitement. This was the only child of their Mohammed family!
At his age, he already has fame and fortune, and all he wants is children and grandchildren so that he will not be alone in his old age.
The moment Phil ran away from home, he thought this would be a luxury forever.
Rhode's whole heart was filled with sight of that little figure, and he wished he could hold him in his arms and hug him for a few more times.
"Hurry up, daddy."
Several people spoke in standard Chinese, and everyone was just trying to cater to this little person. They were deeply afraid that he wouldn't understand and would be alienated from them.
Musheng looked at him for a long time. "Are you my father?"
That all too familiar voice finally settled his heart that had been floating for a few days. But what followed was ecstasy. He shaved off his beard when he came back, just to find him and prevent him from recognizing himself.
"I am your father."
However, Mu Sheng just looked at him coldly and said lightly: "I'm hungry."
"My baby is hungry! The housekeeper hasn't asked anyone to prepare food quickly. What do you like to eat, baby?"
She squatted down and her eyes were so gentle that she almost drowned several people.
Regarding her enthusiasm, he just looked at her coldly and then sat on the sofa.
"Whatever, as long as it's delicious."
"Butler, hurry up and prepare the most unique dishes in China. Hurry up."
The butler was also sincerely happy for the young master and the others. "Okay, I'll go give the order and serve it immediately."
"etc."
When Kasefir spoke, everyone looked at him strangely.
Musheng doesn’t like spicy food, but if he likes sweet things, local food is better. “There’s no need to serve Chinese food, just some of the local specialties.”
"Son, what are you doing? My baby is from China, so of course he is used to Chinese food."
Compared with the precious grandson, the son does not seem so important.
"Mom, listen to me."
"I still think my baby will like Chinese food."
The two had a dispute over the cuisine, but in the end it was Rocky who settled the matter.
"Butler, we'll cook Chinese food and Dubai specialties. We'll make whatever he likes."
"Yes, sir." The butler stepped back happily.
Mrs. Mohammed suddenly gathered around Musheng again. "Baby, your name is Musheng, right?"
"Yes." In his heart, she was not his grandmother, but the bad person who harmed his mother.
The face in front of me looks like Phil's when he was a child, and the more I look at it, the more I like it.
I have completely ignored the cold look on his face. Phil was like this when he was a child. This further proves that he is Phil's son, even his temper is the same.
"Baby, will your name be Mohammed Kasai from now on?" Originally, she didn't even want to have a baby, but she was afraid of making this little baby unhappy, so she had to make do with it.
Musheng glanced at her and refused without thinking. "No."
"Why?" Her question also represented Loki's and his others' questions.
"Baby, it's natural for you to take your father's last name. Why don't you want to? This way you can recognize your ancestors and return to the clan."
Rhodes' vicissitudes of voice almost contained a hint of pleading.
It’s just that Musheng didn’t appreciate it at all. “My mommy gave birth to me and raised me, so why should I have my father’s last name? Did you give birth to me or raise me?”
His words were so sharp that no one dared to look directly at him.
"Baby, it's not that we didn't raise you, it's that your mother didn't give me this chance. We didn't even know that you were born and that you were so old."
He looked at her coldly, the little person already had a lot of momentum.
"Yeah?"
"Of course, if you don't believe me, ask your dad, we don't even know who your mommy is."
"My mommy is..."
"Who is your mommy? Baby, tell me, as long as you tell us, we will bring your mommy back immediately. Let them get married and the family will be happy together."
Mrs. Mohammed began to imagine in her mind that the woman who could give birth to such a son must be a woman who was noble, elegant, beautiful, generous and good at home.
"Never tell them that your mother is Mu Xiaoran."
Remembering Mi Xizhe's words in his mind, he shut up and said nothing more.
Although everyone was looking forward to it, he just kept his mouth shut and didn't say a word.
"Forget it, let's wait until he gets familiar with it before saying hello."
The man at the door, wearing a black suit, walked in without looking back. "Sir, the toys you ordered have been delivered."
"My dear great-grandson, shall we go and look at the toys together?"
Musheng vaguely understood from Misizhe's words that the old man in front of him was a good man.
My attitude toward him became much better, and I took the initiative to push the wheelchair. "Grandpa, let me push you."
"Okay, okay, my dear great-grandson is so good." His smile turned into a chrysanthemum.
When the two came to the door, they saw several large trucks parked there in a row. "My dear great-grandson, go see if there is anything you like. If you don't like it, grandpa will buy it for you."
Musheng counted the trucks in front of him, including ten trucks of toys.
The calm child also became stunned. "Grandpa, these...are these really mine?"
"Of course it's all yours. When the time comes, how about we build a small castle there and fill it with all your toys."