"Now that I think about it, I don't know if my father was telling the truth." Zhao Zhan sat by the bed and held Yue Jiaojiao's calf in his arms. As he massaged her, he said in a gentle voice, "I was with Zhang Lingshen for a few years before he gave me to my father."
"Zhang Lingshen..."
Yue Jiaojiao still remembered the shock she felt when she first met him.
"I think he's a little weird," Yue Jiaojiao analyzed quietly. "It's a little contradictory to what you told me, but it's not necessarily true. After all, I've only met him once, so I can't make any wild comments."
Her intuition had always been accurate.
However, Zhao Zhan's state of mind was not stirred. The strength in his hand was still very steady. "No matter what the truth of the past is, I no longer care."
The child in her arms suddenly cried out,
Yue Jiaojiao stopped talking.
