The driver started the engine and drove away from Wen Jia.

 

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

 

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

 

"Why does grandma say I'm 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. She didn't know what to answer. After all, when her daughter heard something she shouldn't have heard, she hugged her daughter...