"I'm six years old." Mu Nianting stretched out his small head and answered Nangong Jue's question fiercely. After that, he quickly withdrew his head.
It wasn't that he didn't dare to face Nangong Jue. He wasn't afraid that mommy would say that he was a demon, but he was afraid that mommy would blame him for being naughty.
Hearing Mu Shaoting's answer, Nangong Jue's whole body trembled. He was really that child. It was that night that he hated and could not be destroyed because of Mu Tianyang.
Mu Chuxue certainly would not know. When he later knew how innocent Mu Chuxue was, the child in Mu Chuxue's belly, his own flesh and blood were even more innocent. In the dead of night, he begged to heaven many times to let the time in that night go back so that he could restore Mu Chuxue's despair
