Xi Mohan was quiet for about a minute before Lu Jingchen heard the man's low, hoarse voice, almost devoid of emotion, "I've brought the child back. Do you know of any trustworthy wet nurses? Where did you find the wet nurse for your son back then?"
Lu Jingchen was drinking tea brought in by the butler when he heard Xi Mohan's words, almost spewing out the tea that hadn't yet reached his stomach.
He glanced down at his teacup, then came to his senses, placed the cup on the table, and spoke with some surprise, "Where's Ning Wan? Doesn't Ning Wan breastfeed?"
At this moment, Xi Mohan, who was in the villa's nursery, had a sour expression, his gaze falling on the already sleeping child in front of him, his thin lips lightly pressed together.
He didn't want to talk about that woman at all; just thinking of her made him feel angry.
Closing his eyes, Xi Mohan spoke hoarsely after a while, "Just answer my question directly, why are you being so nosy? You're not a woman."
