Shen Ningning's gaze fell to the signature on the painting—it was Xie Suzhi's seal.
And he had personally inscribed the title: "My wife and beloved daughter."
Shen Ningning's small hand couldn't help but touch the palm of the infant in the painting.
She didn't know if the mole on the infant's palm was an accidental drop of ink or if the baby, like her, also had a mole there.
But either possibility was too much of a coincidence.
So coincidental that her heart began to race, and a bold speculation formed in her mind.
'Could Godfather have made a mistake? Since that maidservant was able to steal the child, she must have been a bad person.'
'In that case, could that bad person have swapped her with someone else's daughter, then claimed that she was the farmer's child?'
Shen Ningning had no way to verify any of this, yet she was imagining so much based on a single mole.
The little one pressed her lips together. 'I'm probably just getting my hopes up,' she thought dimly.
