Wen Ran was startled.
Mo Xiuchen lowered his eyelids, and Bo Yi's lips were pressed into a thin line.
Wen Ran didn't remain stunned for too long. After coming to her senses, she took Mo Xiuchen's hand, her voice gentle and soothing, like the autumn breeze brushing past the ear, with a comforting charm, "Mo Xiuchen, a person like Mo Jingteng really doesn't deserve to be your father. You don't need to be upset because of this."
Mo Xiuchen slightly lifted his eyelids, a trace of desolation flickering in his deep, pool-like eyes.
He blinked, and the desolation vanished, his handsome face showing a hint of surprise, "Ranran, what I mean is, Mo Jingteng is not my biological father."
"Mo Xiuchen, I understand," Wen Ran said tenderly, looking at him. She had understood his meaning earlier, even though she didn't know exactly what was going on...
