Luo Zhiyong paused his hand resting on Fang Pingying when he heard her words. The playful expression on his face vanished. He stood up and sat by the edge of the bathtub, pressing his temples with a hint of frustration in his voice, "Didn't I tell you before? I don't care who she is. I never wanted to find her."
Fang Pingying turned around to face him, her eyes meeting his directly, "Zhiyong, ask yourself honestly. Do you really not want to know who she is? Don't you want to know how she's doing now?"
Luo Zhiyong glanced at Fang Pingying without speaking. In fact, his heart was not as calm and unwavering as he appeared on the surface. To some extent, he did want to know something about his biological mother.
Especially now, faced with his wife, Luo Zhiyong felt there was no need to hide some things, and since Fang Pingying said she had found her, he directly asked, "Who is it?"
