"Don't remember? Do you remember what she looked like?"
Mr. Strange asked gently.
"She is... she is..."
Lin Xixi frowned, still pondering carefully. After a while, her expression relaxed, "She is Jing Ming's mom."
Wang Lin!
Qin Yuji stood up in shock. Turning back to look, Chi Jingxuan's hand hanging by his side was clenched into a fist, full of anger.
"Good child."
On the screen, Mr. Strange praised her and continued to ask, "So, the man next to Jing Ming's mom, is he Jing Ming's dad?"
"No..."
Answering decisively, Lin Xixi said quietly, "I don't know him because he always smiled at Mom, like some weird uncle..."
"Then, do you remember where it was at the time? Was it in your home?"
Mr. Strange asked again.
"Not at home, it was... I don't know where it was, I secretly followed Mom there..."
Lin Xixi softly described the furnishings at home and the surrounding environment. Beside her, Mr. Strange was hurriedly sketching.
