Mu Xiao seemed to be filled with disgust at the sound of the voice, his eyes suddenly widened.
The voice laughed again, "Hehe, Mu Xiao, your mother is a big villain, and you're just a poor thing. Sooner or later, your father will drive you away, leaving you to wander alone without a house, food, a bed, or even clothes to wear. You'll be alone in the cold, rainy night, in utter darkness..."
Mu Xiao clutched the blanket tightly, refuting in his mind, "Shut up, my dad loves me very much and he would never abandon me."
The voice snorted coldly, an innocent-sounding voice that was so cruel, "Wen Jiaren also liked you very much, yet she still abandoned you. Your father hates Rongrong and you are Rongrong's child, so one day, your father will abandon you too and throw you into the garbage."
Mu Xiao screamed in his heart, "You're talking nonsense, you're lying."
"Hehe, you're just a poor thing, your father doesn't love you anymore, don't you realize it?"
