Zhuo Junyue noticed that the woman's voice in front of him was different from the voice of the little one he remembered.
The little one's voice was soft and clear. Every time he heard it, he felt comforted.
A hint of doubt appeared in Zhuo Junyue's eyes. The little one had always been by his side, calling him 'Uncle' continually but never 'Brother Junyue'.
His eyes grew cold as he stared at Su Jingyu, "Who are you?"
Zhuo Zhengxiu couldn't understand why his son was behaving this way, "Junyue, this is Jingyu. Didn't you always ask me to keep an eye on her? She's been up all night taking care of you."
Zhuo Junyue's gaze was so sharp, it felt like a surgical knife, as if he intended to dissect her heart.
Su Jingyu lowered her head in fear, not daring to meet Zhuo Junyue's eyes.
Zhuo Junyue noticed the necklace around her neck. It was a birthday gift he gave to the little one.
Was this woman the little one?
"Why has your voice changed?"
