Wen Jiaren, "..."
What on earth is wrong with this child? Could it be that Rong Jin is really dead?
Wen Jiaren leaned over, turned Rong Xing's small body around, and stared closely at his little face, asking, "Tell Auntie, where is your father?"
Rong still had the same look as before, motionlessly staring at her without answering.
"Speak... please..."
Wen Jiaren suddenly felt something was off. How could the child's eyes and expression be so similar to Mu Qian's son just now? Those clear black-and-white eyes...
"Are you Mu Xiao?"
Wen Jiaren's gaze fell on the little bear he was holding in his arms. Thinking of his skilled actions just now, this was clearly as if he were in his own home, "Are you Xiao'er? Is your dad... is he Mu Qian?"
Rong Xing still had that same unchanging look. The anxious Wen Jiaren, eager for answers, wanted to find Mu Qian to ask clearly. Just as she turned around, a soft childlike voice came from behind, "Jiaren, why did you forget me and Dad?"
