Madam Zhuang brought Wen Xiangyang into the room, holding him, soothing his emotions, "Madam, don't mind. Young Master Mu was thrown into a military camp for training when he was just five. He became cold and tough. But he was actually a very gentle person when he was little."
Hearing this, Wen Xiangyang looked up at Madam Zhuang.
Initially, when he followed Madam Zhuang upstairs, without seeing Mu Lingqian, instead of a sense of relief, a hollow feeling lingered in his heart.
He didn't like the harsh version of Mu Lingqian.
"Madam Zhuang, was Mu Lingqian really sent to the military camp at such a young age?" Madam Zhuang has dementia, Wen Xiangyang really didn't know if he could trust her words, but he was curious.