The driver started the engine and drove away from Wen's house.

 

"Mommy, can I ask you a question?" Xin Yan nested in Mommy's arms, suddenly asked, the street lights quickly swept over her face.

 

"Well!" Yang Shuting gently stroked her daughter's face and said.

 

"Why does Grandma say I am not Daddy's child? If I am not Daddy's child, whose child am I?" Children are very sensitive, let alone seven-year-old Xin Yan!

 

When Yang Shuting heard her daughter suddenly ask her such a question, she couldn't help but stare blankly and didn't know how to answer it. After all, her daughter heard something she shouldn't have heard. She hugged her...