Little Psychic Saint

"Dad, what are you doing at the church?" Xiaoxue asked Lan Jincheng, blinking her big eyes on the way home. "You're a little brat, don't ask blindly if you don't understand. Why don't you just go to church? What are you doing? It's just for fun." Lan Jincheng didn't want to explain in detail, and he couldn't explain it in detail. "Dad, I saw two little brothers. One was silent and the other kept talking. He also called me wife with a smile. I ignored him. I was not his wife. I also beat the talkative little brother." Lan Yixue spoke very innocently and seriously, and did not seem to be lying at all. After hearing this, Lan Jincheng felt his scalp numb and his eyes straightened. The Wu family only had an only son, so where could there be another little brother? No need to ask, what Xiaoxue saw was Xiao Yiliang's living soul.