"Ji Mu… Ji Mu's been found!"
When Ji Xiu'e said this, though her face showed panic, it was overshadowed by a gnashing hatred.
She truly never imagined that Ji Mu was still alive.
In her mind, Ji Mu should have died long ago—tortured to death!
But not only had he survived, he had found his way back…
"Impossible!" Huang Juncai said without thinking. "Didn't you sell him to the South? They're worlds apart, how could he possibly find his way back? And besides, didn't that Aunt Mei promise you she'd sell him to toil as a slave at a labor camp? How could he have survived that? Even if he was incredibly lucky, he was just a baby who couldn't remember anything when he was sold. How would he know his birthplace…"
With every point Huang Juncai made, Ji Xiu'e's expression grew a shade uglier.
In truth, the place she had sold Ji Mu to was neither a labor camp nor a life of slavery.
She hadn't told her son the truth, fearing it would dirty his ears.
