Zhu villa.
Xiaosi said, "She is my mother."
There was no hint of displeasure or discomfort in his voice. Even his expression seemed languid and relaxed. Caihong thought that her mention or seeing this picture would cause some reaction, but it didn't.
"I see…"
There was a beat of silence.
She looked up at him and slowly said, "Nana told me about your childhood."
Xiaosi froze. His eyes widened and he stared at her stunned. "She did?"
"En."
Xiaosi was at a loss for words.
She quickly said, "If you are angry about it, then please don't blame Nana. I asked her about it, and that's why she told me."
He blinked his eyes. "You did? Why?"
She coughed. "Nothing. I was just curious."
Xiaosi raised his brow and wondered about it. She hated his sight before, and now she was curious to know about his past. In normal circumstances, he would have felt happy. But his past wasn't exactly unicorns and rainbows.
"I see…"
