She ultimately couldn't believe that the conversation she had heard in the hospital was real.
"Miss, why do you ask such a question?"
"Murong, am I really not? Tell me quickly, and don't hide anything from me, okay?" Her bright tears glistened with full expectation.
In the hospital, although she had only heard the voices of her mother's conversation with Gu Xuanye, she had not seen the expressions on their faces. Yet, from the sound of her mother's voice, she could tell that the way her mother spoke to Gu Xuanye was completely different from how she spoke to her.
All her life, her mother had always been cold to her, without a shred of concern, her tone hard and emotionless.
But to Gu Xuanye, it was different; her tone was soft, warm, and even, she could sense a mother's love for her son...
At that moment, Mo Qiansu so wished to hear from Murong that she was not born of Murong Qiong.
However—
"Didn't I tell you before? You are indeed the flesh and blood of the lady."