An Ning glanced at her father outside, then, feeling a bit reproachful, said coquettishly, "Mom, you can't blame Dad for this. He guessed it himself and then asked me. You didn't ask."
Wen Rufeng blinked, genuinely a bit upset. "How did your dad know? How did he guess? Did I see Jingchen? Why couldn't I guess he was alive? Has he approached us?"
An Ning wondered how she could tell her mother-in-law that Mo Ang was actually Yu Jingchen? Would that count as disclosing confidential information? "Because Dad saw him."
Wen Rufeng nodded knowingly, and despite her surprise, she smiled as tears started falling again. "My... my son... is still alive... my son is actually still alive..."
An Ning nodded continuously. "Yes."
"Quick, take me to see him."
An Ning. "..."
Wen Rufeng looked at her daughter-in-law, who was as stunned as a wooden chicken. "Quick, what are you staring at?"
An Ning shook her head. "Mom, we can't see him yet."
"Why not?"
