Mo Yinhe became even more puzzled.
Isn't Little Liangliang Sheng Liuyun's niece? How did she get involved with that imposter?
Mo Yinhe didn't know that the Sheng Liuyun he had repeatedly pinned down and furiously dominated was actually his own brother-in-law. If he knew, he would have treated him to good wine and good food.
Mo Yinhe narrowed his profound black eyes. "Keep an eye on her, and find out what her relationship is with that child."
The subordinate continued to report, "The patrol soldiers heard them shouting on the island: 'Liangliang, Liangliang, your mama is coming to find you…'"
"What did you say?"
Mo Yinhe's expression suddenly froze.
The subordinate repeated, "That child… seems to be the daughter of the Crown Princess Consort."
Mo Yinhe's face, usually unflustered even if Mount Tai were to collapse before him, was instantly frozen in shock.
What did this imply?
...
At four-thirty in the afternoon, the private plane landed at the Ye Family estate.
