In just an instant, Mu Jingheng vaguely felt the girl's gaze evade for a second, soon she lowered her tearful eyes, and cried together in Ning Zitong's embrace.
Mu Jingheng watched in an unusually calm manner, and after a while, he stood up and walked to Ning Zitong's side.
"Ah Tong, stop crying, it's not good for your heart."
He reached out, pulled Ning Zitong aside, and handed her a tissue.
Ning Zitong's eyes were bloodshot, tears filled her whole noble and elegant face.
She reached out for Mu Jingheng's tissue, but as soon as she touched it, she suddenly gripped Mu Jingheng's palm tightly.
"Ah Jing, this really is Yuan, I have a feeling, I sense she's the dear child I once raised, Ah Jing, look carefully, she really is Yuan!"
She not only wanted to deceive herself but also to make Mu Jingheng believe it.
Only then could she find a shred of comfort.
"Ah Tong, don't get agitated, I have the feeling too."
