The next day, by daybreak, the streets were already bustling with noise.
The handsome man who struck up a conversation with Yun Luofeng yesterday caught sight of the beautiful girl, and a glint flashed through his eyes.
The girl had a months-old baby in her embrace and held the hand of a six or seven-year-old girl, slowly walking toward them under everyone’s attention.
When he saw the plump baby in the girl’s embrace, the man’s heart chilled.
“Miss, these two children are” the man finally went up and asked.
Yun Luofeng glanced at the man. “My younger sister and my son.”
The man was immediately thunderstruck. He felt an interest in Yun Luofeng yesterday and originally wanted to woo her, but reality mercilessly slapped him in the face.
The man felt a chilly wind blow into his heart, turning it so cold that he shivered.
Ever since yesterday, Yun Luofeng had felt the man’s intentional flirting, so she purposefully called Little Tree her son. However, she did not expect that her words would hurt Xiao Mo.
“Master, you’re being unfair! How come you never admitted my identity when I once pretended to be your son? Yet you admitted it when it’s Little Tree instead?” Xiao Mo wanted to cry but had no tears. The more he thought about it, the sadder he became. He unconsciously began to regret persuading Yun Luofeng to take Little Tree in. Little Tree had stolen his love from Yun Luofeng, how could he not be grieved?
Hearing Xiao Mo’s aggrieved voice, Yun Luofeng slightly cast down her eyes and smiled, using spirit voice transmittance to say, “Because I can’t have given birth to a son as old as you.”
Xiao Mo responded with silence and quietly started drawing circles while crouched in the corner
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