Mù Qiānxún tightened her grip on Ou Zun's hand, then loosened it, then tightened it again, then loosened it…
She repeated this over and over.
Until Ou Zun held her small hand and placed it on his chest.
"It's okay."
Ou Zun felt deeply for Mù Qiānxún, who had always lived in a single-parent household, relying on Mu Xin.
Her feelings for Mu Xin were anything but ordinary.
And now, she had been told she wasn't Mu Xin's biological child…
Mù Qiānxún turned to look at Ou Zun's compassionate expression, pursed her lips lightly, then shook her head: "I've known for a long time."
In truth, this was something Mù Qiānxún had discovered much earlier.
Since the age of ten, she had been helping Mu Xin manage and allocate their finances.
Every month, a portion of the money would go towards their household expenses, a portion for Mu Xin's pocket money, along with social security and rent payments.
