"Then let me ask you. Where is my birth mother?" Qiao Mu asked softly in a low voice.
Wei Ziqin's grip on Qiao Zhongbang's hand faltered.
Mu Jingrui was also startled. He clammed up before saying after some time, "Qiaoqiao, I still, cannot tell you about your mother at the moment."
"There is some misunderstanding in all of this that cannot be explained clearly in a few words." Mu Jingrui explained with a sigh, "I was entrusted by your grandfather to come search for you. Qiaoqiao, you have to know that your grandfather has never given up searching for you all these years."
"Ha, ha!" The two curt chortles that Qiao Mu apathetically uttered made one's heart turn cold and tremble fearfully. "Then let me ask you again. If I leave with you, what identity will I use to return?"
