Seeing Bo Yan's smile gradually becoming indifferent, Yuran's smile also faded significantly. Clutching Bo Yan's hand, she unconsciously tightened her grip. "Brother Qi, could it really be about my background... "
Bo Yan soothingly squeezed her hand. "Baby, it has nothing to do with Yuran herself. It's related to Fu Yuran."
Yuran was startled and slightly looked up at him, but they had already reached the old mansion, and the conversation halted for the moment.
Zhizhi heard the car horn outside and was the first to dash out, standing at the distant gateway, waving at the two of them, "Look over here, look over here..."
Following behind Zhizhi were Bo Yan's father and mother. Yuran gathered her thoughts and, ignoring the prior conversation, rushed from the car and collided with the little cannonball that was Zhizhi.
Zhizhi nestled happily in Yuran's arms, brightly smiling, "Mommy, mommy, Zhizhi missed you so much."
