Wen Jingshu came in, holding a child, her face deathly pale.
She entered, calling out anxiously, "Don't be impulsive, don't be impulsive! Everything can be discussed nicely!"
What Wen Jingshu cradled in her arms was Xie Mizhi.
Little Xie Mizhi's face also bore traces of fear, and now she struggled to get down and went towards Su Chaoxi, hugging her mother's thigh.
Su Chaoxi's heart ached, and she bent down to hold the child in her arms.
And Xie Xunzhi stood behind Wen Jingshu, his eyes slightly red, silently watching her and Xie Tianyin.
Su Chaoxi met her son's gaze, feeling as if her heart was being sliced open.
It was this quiet, calm child who would grow into a rebellious teenager in the future.
Becoming a child despised by everyone.
Holding Xie Mizhi, Su Chaoxi walked over to Xunxun, gave her son a gentle smile, and said, "Xunxun, have you eaten?"
Xunxun only quietly looked at her, his eyes slightly red, showing no reaction.
