When Shi Luoluo walked into the school gate, Fu Ziyang asked straightforwardly, "Did you want to speak to me about something?"
Lu Zixi didn't know what to say.
She looked at the little boy in front of her and gradually lost her focus.
He was so beautiful.
His little face was white and tender, with delicate features.
Every bit of him exuded nobility from head to toe.
He was so different from other children his age.
Even though he was only five years old, his face showed maturity and calmness beyond his age.
Whether it was his speech, tone, or the way he treated people, he seemed like a precocious little adult.
Even their sudden visit didn't surprise or scare him. Instead, he behaved more calmly than her.
Fu Ziyang looked at her face, blinked twice and asked with his clear voice, "Are you my mom?"
"I...", Lu Zixi stammered.
Fu Ziyang then asked, "Are you afraid others would find out? That's why you dare not admit it?"