She knew that the man before her had recognized her.
Wen Laibao looked at Mu Qian defensively, and he sized her up in return, his eyes calm and indifferent. The two gazed at each other for nearly a minute. The latter said nothing, hugged his son, turned, and walked toward the door, as if it didn't matter who she was to him.
And the little baby, lying on his daddy's shoulder, looked at her with tearful eyes, looking as pitiable as could be.
Seeing Wen Laibao looking at him, he reached out his little hand towards her, pouting his tiny mouth pitifully, seemingly not wanting to leave. But since his daddy had long legs, the next second they both disappeared from her sight, followed by the child's tender crying hitting her ears again, making her heart clench.
After a moment, Wen Laibao belatedly realized, what was she doing getting all sentimental?
Why should it hurt her to hear someone else's child cry?
Besides, this child is likely the offspring of Rongrong and Mu Qian!
