The old leader was very amiable. His tone was gentle, and his voice and expression were full of reminiscence.
But Mrs. Tang froze when she heard this. "I... I'm Tang Yuanxiao's mother, and this is my grandson."
At Mrs. Tang's reply, it was the old leader's turn to freeze.
"What?"
He asked reflexively, turning his head to look.
When he saw the expressions on the faces of the two civilian staff members accompanying him, he turned back to Mrs. Tang and laughed it off.
"Ah, yes, yes, my mistake. It's Yuanxiao, Tang Yuanxiao. Little Tang, Little Mo, those boys were always together. I'm getting old, and the names are all jumbled in my head."
The old leader smiled and patted Little Tang Mo's head, then forced a smile at Mrs. Tang before turning to leave with his companions.
He had left, and he had offered an explanation.
But Mrs. Tang couldn't let it go. Her heart was in turmoil.
