"Why?"
Those words slipped out of Wen Ran's trembling lips.
Mo Xiuchen was taken aback, unclear as to what aspect she was questioning.
The corner of his mouth lifted into a slight smile as he carefully replied, "Ranran, are you asking why you're not the biological daughter of President Wen and his wife?"
His words hung in the air for a moment before he continued, "As I said earlier, you are their daughter, always have been, always will be. The spirits above know that they would never want you to be upset because of your lineage. They loved you so much, didn't they?"
Wen Ran's shoulders shuddered uncontrollably. She suddenly burst into tears, and, flinging herself into Mo Xiuchen's arms, said tremulously, "Right before the accident, when dad discovered the brakes were failing, he told my older brother to protect me."
Mo Xiuchen was stunned.
He went rigid as he held her.
