Lu Jing's words made a name flash through Shen Yanhe's mind, both strange and familiar.
She looked down uncertainly at Lu Jing in her arms and tentatively asked, "Is it Fu Yanheng?"
Lu Jing's delicate and cute face was full of surprise as he opened his little hands and hugged her neck tightly, "Mom, how did you know?"
He affectionately rubbed his face against Shen Yanhe's cheek, "I heard that big brother say his name was this. I had told dad before, but he didn't believe me, saying I was hallucinating."
"The auntie who treats me didn't believe me either."
Lu Jing's soft little body squirmed in Shen Yanhe's arms, "Mom is truly the best."
Shen Yanhe looked at Lu Jing with a complex expression.
Even though she had already hypothesized, upon receiving Lu Jing's confirmation, her heart was filled with confusion and astonishment.
If her memory was correct, then wasn't Fu Yanheng already dead?
