Two seconds later, Lin Xiangwan's gaze fell on Qin Muchuan's face, and she smiled. "Stop it, you can't joke about this! If it's not true, you know I'll be disappointed!"
Qin Muchuan stared at her, his expression gravely serious. "What I said is true!"
Lin Xiangwan still wore a playful smile, not taking it seriously at all. "Stop it, didn't I tell you not to joke about this? I'll get excited, I'll believe it, and if it's not true, I'll be very disappointed!"
She pretended to be angry and even hit him.
Qin Muchuan caught her small fists and again said very seriously, "Wanwan, what I'm saying is true. I really found your mother. Her name is Hong Geli, a Chinese American, and she's forty-nine years old!"
Lin Xiangwan's face froze again, her eyes unblinking, tears falling one by one, each crystal-clear tear filled with pain and anticipation.
Qin Muchuan did not interrupt her sorrow, allowing her to release it fully.
