Before Zhao Youlin gathered her thoughts and recovered from her shock, the kid gently entered the room. He closed the door and tiptoed toward the bed.
Under the dim ray of moonlight that shone into the room through the window, the kid's face was slowly revealed to Zhao Youlin.
The child seemed to be around four years old. He was dressed in thin pajamas, and his chubby face appeared very clean and cute. His big, black eyes looked very lively and beautiful. Perhaps he was afraid of making a sound, because he did not wear shoes. He had come in with bare feet, which allowed Zhao Youlin to see his chubby toes.
While Zhao Youlin had merely been guessing in the beginning, she was certain now. Once she saw his face clearly, she knew this child was the grandson of the Mu family and her nominal son. There was no other reason. Although the boy looked very small, his face was essentially the child version of Mu Tingfeng's face. She could not possibly mistake his identity.
