Qin Jian had never thought to ask why.
But if his parents had intentionally kept it a secret, they wouldn't have told him anything.
Since he could remember, his parents had actually been good to him, so for many years he hadn't probed too deeply.
Today's meeting, just because of one sentence from An Hao, suddenly brought this matter unexpectedly to the table.
Setting aside other things, the intense interest shown by the leaders, the couple, made it impossible for him not to take it seriously.
"My birthday is exactly a week after the Mid-Autumn Festival," Qin Jian said.
"Oh―" Disappointment was clearly visible on Zhang Yun's face; Ning Bo's birthday happened to be on the day of the Mid-Autumn Festival.
Watching his wife's hope rise and fall time after time, Ning Yibin felt heartache.
He gently patted Zhang Yun's shoulder, "That's enough for now, let's talk about this some other time; we're close to stewing over it."
