Wen Jingshu entered holding a child, her face deathly pale.
"Don't be impulsive, don't be impulsive! We can talk everything through," she rushed in and exclaimed.
In Wen Jingshu's arms was Xie Mizhi.
The little Xie Mizhi also had a hint of fear on his face, and now struggled to get down and went towards Su Chaoxi, hugging his mother's thigh.
Su Chaoxi's heart soured as she bent down and took the child into her arms.
Xie Xunzhi, on the other hand, stood behind Wen Jingshu, his eyes slightly red, silently watching her and Xie Tianyin.
Su Chaoxi met her son's gaze, her heart aching as if cut by a knife.
Such a quiet child would grow up to be a rebellious teenager.
A child despised by everyone.
Su Chaoxi held Xie Mizhi and walked over to Xunxun, smiling gently at her son, "Xunxun's here, have you eaten?"
Xunxun just looked at her quietly, his eyes slightly red, showing little reaction.
