Weilan settled the little one and had just come out of the bedroom when she saw Shen Lu.
She was standing at the doorway of Weilan's bedroom, her gaze fixed on the bed inside the room.
This was Shen Lu's first time seeing Shen Wangzhi.
She walked over, and both sisters had red eyes.
Shen Lu looked at this half-brother of hers, her feelings particularly complex.
"Sis, he is the child of our dad and the mistress. How can you be so magnanimous to raise him?" Shen Lu really couldn't understand.
Weilan said, "What do you think should happen to him?"
Shen Lu was suddenly at a loss for words.
Indeed, a child so young, Zhizhi's mom and her own mom died together.
Where should such a young child go?
Shen Lu walked to the bedside, sat down, and stared blankly at the little fellow whose eyelids were still stained with tears from crying.
