Xiaoyi was smart, but he was just a four-year-old child.
Thus, he would never think that overhearing the servants' private gossip was no coincidence at all.
It was deliberately orchestrated by someone.
The malice behind it was simply despicable!
If Lu Fengxuan encountered such a situation, she could confront it on the spot, but those people from the old house targeting her two children was, for a mother, undoubtedly touching on her sore spot.
Rage churned within her, making her complexion ugly.
Jiujiu shrank back slightly, gripping her brother's hand tightly, her eyes showing a hint of panic.
"Mommy…" Xiaoyi frowned.
Realizing she had frightened the two little ones, Lu Fengxuan quickly softened her expression and sat down, saying, "Xiaoyi, I know you're a clever child. I want to tell you, the moment you were sent to me by the heavens and I gave birth to you, from that moment on in this world, nobody is more important to me than you two."
