"Just now."

Van Gogh did not ask why Mu Chudi knew.

He grinned bitterly.'Hate me!'

If it hadn't been for his selfishness, she would have recognized the child long ago. It's normal to hate him.

It's just a heart ache.

Over the past four years, he has indeed regarded Mu Chudi as a partner.

The black and clear eyes fixed on him for a moment, glancing at his sick clothes.

"Not really."

Maybe she was resentful at first, but when she saw Van Gogh wake up, she rushed over and the spirit in her heart subsided a lot.

What else Van Gogh wanted to say, the security system in Shenyuan...