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Sitting on the other side of Jing Nuo, Mu Lin didn't speak, simply looking indifferently at the solemn expression on his little face.

His eyebrows were lightly raised, at this moment, Jing Nuo really was a spitting image of Jing Chen.

Her gaze shifted to Jing Chen beside her, at this time, Jing Chen's eyes were also fixed on his own son.

This boy, indeed, was acting a bit off.

Feeling Mu Lin's gaze on him, Jing Chen looked back at her, meeting her gaze and slightly lifting the corners of his mouth. He reached out, took her hand in his, and squeezed it, "Don't worry, this boy doesn't even know what fear is yet."

This naively arrogant boy, how could he be scared?

Mu Lin didn't speak, her eyes downcast, seemingly pondering something.

Song Qi soon returned from his phone call, and the old Grandpa looked at him, "How did it go?"