(I took my five-year-old son back to ancient times, and the first thing I did was to go to the palace to ask for child support.
"Your Majesty, this is your biological son. Please pay off the diaper money for five years."
The cold prince looked at the little boy who looked exactly like him and sneered: "You will admit your kinship with blood."
As a result, the two drops of blood chased each other crazily in the bowl.
The little boy took out the QR code: "Dad, WeChat or Alipay?"
The prince stared at the glowing charm and fell into deep thought.
That night it was spread all over the capital: The cold-faced King of Hell was raped by a man with a baby!
Later, when the little cub glowed in the middle of the night, the prince finally panicked: "What on earth did you give birth to to me?"
I gnawed on the melon and smiled: "Oh, maybe it was mutated during time travel?")
