The moment the person spoke, Mo Nian knew he was not Mo Yi.
Mo Nian's eyes were like a fawn's, filled with confusion and uncertainty, "You, you're not..."
Not Mo Yi.
But, why did he look so similar to Mo Yi?
Mo Nian held Zhuozhuo tightly in her arms, her voice delicate, "You just said, let me exchange someone back with you?"
"Yes." Gong Yeyan calmly told her, "My wife is in Mo Yi's hands."
Mo Nian pressed her reddish lips tightly, her voice trembling lightly, "So..."
"I want to use you to exchange for her." Gong Yeyan ruthlessly revealed his motive without any concealment. Aside from the people he cared about, how did the joys and sorrows of others relate to him?
From the moment this child was sent to the Gong Family by Jia Manyun, Gong Yeyan had never stopped investigating Zhuozhuo's origin.
Things that have happened in the world, no matter how hidden, must leave traces.
Especially a living child.
