He had been abandoned by his own parents.
Such a young boy, yet so pitiable, longing for love, longing for warmth—so much like he once was. Qiao Xiaren understood this feeling best, that laughable yet humble desire to seek out acknowledgement and warmth.
Could it be...
In a flash of lightning, a certain speculation began to take shape in her mind. Qiao Xiaren's eyes widened slightly, feeling it was too incredible, "You mean to say..."
"That's right, exactly what you're thinking."
"How is that possible!" Qiao Xiaren whispered incredulously, her mind suddenly recalling the first time she met him and every moment, every instance of their interactions thereafter.
It was too incredible.
Qiao Xiaren suddenly felt her mood was somewhat peculiar; the more she remembered, the more her heart ached for the underage child.
The car came to a stop; they had arrived at Mu Nian's villa.