Si Yan was, in fact, starting to feel certain that the cold-blooded Great Demon King before her was indeed the father of her four adorable cubs.
She remained silent.
Wàng, unwilling to admit he already had a Mistress, was equally silent.
Dongchi didn't want to acknowledge a father, nor did he want to reveal he was Wàng's cub, so he also remained silent.
Nan Mo composed himself and turned away.
From an unseen angle, his small, thin shoulders trembled slightly, and the rims of his eyes reddened.
He wasn't a heartless person. He had been neglected since childhood. Having a mother was like having none at all, and his father had never been present.
Now, both his parents were here.
Complex emotions swirled in the heart of the four-year-old cub.
Unsure how to process them, he hid himself away to sort through his feelings.
