Ming Ansheng was bowing to the visitors when the little boy suddenly rose. He excitedly ran towards the door.
Ming Ansheng paused for a moment before he looked up.
Meiduo bent and hushed Beibei with a finger on her lips. The boy immediately clammed up but he was grinning from ear to ear.
He clung to Meiduo's leg, and he affectionately rubbed his face against her.
His mother raised him, and he missed her terribly. He had a hard time adapting to his new life without her.
Ming Ansheng's heart softened at the sight of this. It didn't matter if the child was his or not; he merely felt pity for the child who was forced to separate from his mother.
The child was only four years old, so no one shot him disapproving looks for smiling and shouting.
Ming Ansheng watched Meiduo and Beibei for some time before he withdrew his gaze.
He accidentally caught sight of Ming Anyu's face, and he frowned with suspicion.
