In the evening, An Lin talked to Qin Mu about what happened in the morning and couldn't help but sigh, "I think Jinchen is so pitiful."
Qin Mu soothingly touched her hair, "The child is innocent. Although Jinchen is Yao Dewei's son, he is still young, like a blank sheet of paper, very pure."
"However, Jinchen hating Yao Dewei so much is something I never expected."
An Lin sighed softly.
There was a hint of hesitation in Qin Mu's eyes, "There's something I haven't told you, Yao Dewei has hit Jinchen."
"How do you know?"
An Lin looked up in surprise, and Qin Mu explained, "That night, after they rescued Jinchen, I saw him. One side of his face was still red and swollen. He said it was because his father hit him for wanting to see Feng Wanfeng, which Yao Dewei wouldn't allow."
"That bastard, he actually hit a child?" An Lin cursed angrily.
