"What I want to ask you is... does that child have a token? Or does it have an identifiable birthmark?"

When Changsun Jinghong asked this question, Wei San seemed to be surprised.

He raised his head, frowned, and looked at Changsun Jinghong.

After a while, he replied: "No!"

"If not, then if the child is in danger, I will not come to rescue him!"

Wei San lowered his head, stepped out of the threshold with his right foot, walked along the eaves to a small wooden house where he lived not far away, and said to Changsun Jinghong:

"If you don't save him, let him die!"

Changsun Jinghong stood there and looked at Wei San's back until the back disappeared around the corner.

He took a deep breath, stared at the night sky for a while, then suddenly grinned, then walked into the rain with his hands behind his back, heading towards the literary forum next door.

Queen Lu’s child is indeed still alive!

This is enough!

When he entered the literary world, he saw a dense crowd.

How many years have you not been to this place?

There are so many people in this literary society!

Maybe it's because they also want to see how Li Chenan can perform.

He squeezed in, not caring about the curses coming from the young people who were squeezed in from the left and right.

He squeezed to the front, just in time to see Li Chenan put pen to paper.

A woman's voice came to my ears:

"Sister, tell me...he just started writing without thinking. Is it too hasty?"
Chapter completed!