He hadn't told anyone about this matter, so how did Ying Jing know? Could it be Wen Fucheng who told her, even if it was Wen Fucheng who said it.
Why did she say that little girl wasn't Cheng Ran?
"Do you know something?"
Wen Hanting moved forward excitedly, grabbing her shoulders and asking repeatedly.
Ying Jing's frail body was shook so hard that she couldn't stand still, stepping back a few steps.
The road was a bit wet from the heavy rain earlier, and the mud at the edges, without a guardrail, was even more unstable.
As Ying Jing slipped, when her body fell backward, she still managed to hold onto Wen Hanting's hand tightly.
Under the shocked gaze of everyone, the two of them fell down one after the other.
Below was a steep slope, the forest was very primitive, and there were countless hidden cliffs. The dense towering trees covered the sunlight.
