"Niannian!" Mo Yining and Lin Yue stepped forward to pull the little boy away, scolding angrily, "That's not your mother!"
Lu Yinfeng thought the child was cute and indeed he bore a resemblance to Mo Yining.
She squatted down, looked at the little boy at eye level, and coaxed him with a gentle voice, "Little friend, what's your mother's name?"
She had thought that this child was the late-life son of Mo Yining and Lin Yue.
Hearing Lu Yinfeng's words, Mo Sinian seemed to be inspired.
He vigorously broke free from the grasp of Mo Yining and Lin Yue and stumbled towards Lu Yinfeng, arms wide open, ready to embrace her.
"Mommy... hug... Mommy..." he called out with a deep and breathy voice.
Although Lu Yinfeng instinctively caught the oncoming Mo Sinian, her confusion deepened.
She looked up at Mo Yining and Lin Yue, who were standing there with awkward expressions, and asked, "Whose child is this?"