Lu Zishu shook his head.
"My brother just said this is his eldest nephew, but where did he come from? He doesn't even have a wife!"
Ruan Jiaojiao kept silent. If you ask her, who should she ask?
Lu Zishu wasn't really looking for an answer, he just wanted someone to chat with. Since Ruan Lei wasn't around, that person naturally had to be Ruan Jiaojiao, after all, they grew up together.
Lu Zishu didn't stay long at the Ruan Family's place and soon left after receiving a call from Zhao Li to quickly buy a couple of sets of children's clothes.
After Lu Zishu left, Ruan Jiaojiao nestled in Duan Xi's arms and sighed deeply.
Remembering something, she turned her head and asked Duan Xi, "Brother Xi, why were you staring at that kid earlier?"
Duan Xi replied, "He has a strong scent of blood on him."
Duan Xi's answer was already a softened version because he didn't want to scare Ruan Jiaojiao. In fact, he smelled a strong scent of death on that little boy.
