"What's the matter? Senior Sister, please don't hesitate. Feel free to express yourself," Tie Butian was very grateful to her Senior Sister. So, she frankly urged her to express herself.
"Can I ask… what does the father of this child look like?" Yang Ruolan's voice somewhat trembled.
Tie Butian tenderly looked at the sleeping baby. Then, she pursed up her lips, and said with a smile, "Senior Sister, why bother asking? The baby's face looks almost the same as his father's. There's no difference."
"There's no difference?!" Yang Ruolan's voice trembled. A thunderclap had seemingly rung in her heart. [Does it mean that I found the wrong person last time?]
Her body shivered, and was on the verge of collapse. She had been taken back by Tie Butian's reply.
Suddenly, she had a crazy thought in her mind. [Could it be that… that man… is my son? And, this is what makes me feel related to this little boy… Is he my own grandson???]
