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This child is none other than the one that Ren Ying was pregnant with all those years ago. Ren Li realized at first glance that this was Wu Bin's son, who looked nothing like Wu Bin but, instead, bore a striking resemblance to Ren Ying as a child, practically identical.
However, it seemed there was something not quite right about the boy. A child of his age should look like Chengcheng, with fair skin blushing pink, the unique tenderness and cleanliness of a child, and of course, a chubby face. Most importantly, the eyes should be clear, with distinct whites and pupils.
But the whites of this child's eyes had a sallow, greyish tint, not resembling that of a normal child but more like the cloudy eyes of an elderly person after a prolonged illness.
"Is this your son?" The mother of Ren looked at Tang Xincheng for a long time with a cold gaze, her face devoid of smiles, even treating him like a piece of bargain-price merchandise.
