"Looks... Well, very handsome."

Feng Sheng thought for a few seconds and felt that he could not describe Lancelot's appearance in words.

"..." Luo Yang was speechless and canonized. What's the answer.

"Don't think about it. I'll have someone check it later. Then everything will be clear."

Looking at Luo Yang, who stared at him with a little resentment, Feng Sheng immediately comforted him.

"Can you find out?" Luo Yang, who had a glimmer of hope in his heart, doubted.

These are things that have been dusty for at least 20 years.

"Yes." In the indifferent tone of canonization, there is affirmation.

Luo Yangyang once again fell on the canonized body and became a clever and quiet kitten.

They hugged each other so quietly that they both fell into meditation.

Luo Yang thought, and his little hand touched his face.

She has seen this face for 20 years. She really doesn't feel like a hybrid.

From childhood to adulthood, except that her skin was whiter than those around her and could not be tanned, she showed no signs of being a hybrid from head to foot.

"Holy bastard, don't check it. I don't think it's possible. It's bad if it causes misunderstanding when you check it."

Luo Yangyang stood up again, put his hands on the chest of the canonization, put his chin on the back of his falling hand, and looked at the canonization.

"Why not check? Didn't you also think that luoye's uncle might be your biological father?"

Feng Sheng looked at Luo Yang, whose thoughts changed so fast, and was curious.

"Look at my face." Luo Yangyang said and patted his face, "nose, mouth, eyes, ears, where is it like a hybrid?"

"Do you think I look like a hybrid?" Feng Sheng grabbed Luo Yang, patted her own little hand and touched his face.

Luo Yangyang seriously looked at the canonization. After half a ring, he made a clear evaluation: "black hair and black eyes. Except for your deep facial features and white skin, you can't see that you are mixed race."

"That's right. My mother is a pure British sandaorui. Look at Feng Yi and me. Most people can't see that we are mixed race, so just looking at our appearance can't determine that you must not be mixed race."

"What's more, Lancelot himself has Chinese blood. He is a hybrid of the three British islands and China. If you are really Lancelot's daughter, you can't see that it's normal to be a hybrid."

Feng Sheng decided to investigate this matter in his heart.

If Yang Yang's father is really Lancelot, with the background of the Godwin family on the three British Islands, the old man and the old lady can no longer oppose them together.

Once it is confirmed that Yang Yang is indeed a descendant of the Godwin family, it can clear all the obstacles on the road of their relationship in one fell swoop.

The two of them cut through thorns and thorns on the road of love. Up to now, there is a shortcut that can go directly to the end. How can he give up.

Luo Yangyang thought carefully and felt that the canonization was quite reasonable.

However, the more hope she has now, she will find out at that time.

If Lancelot is not her biological father, her biological father is really dead. Luo Yangyang can feel the loss in his heart just thinking about the result.

Although she now calls Feng Qiyue her father, Luo Yangyang still feels that if her biological father who is related to her is still in the world, no matter what kind of person the father is, it is a happy thing.

"Don't think too much, it's just, it's not. You'll understand when you find out." Seeing that Luo Yangyang was still thinking about it, Feng Sheng wanted her to change her mind, "are you hungry? If you are hungry, let's get up and eat."