The people around all looked over, listening quietly as this tiny child, with tears and a sharp childlike voice, questioned the beautiful woman across from him, word by word.
Through the child's questions, they also roughly understood the situation, sending a thousand sympathies to the child, and casting contemptuous glances at Yan Ruoting.
The child's questions also saddened everyone. The child, who appeared no older than six, spoke words as mature as an adult. What had made him possess such maturity at what should have been an innocent, lively age?
"Mingyu..." Yan Ruoting cried too, her face colored with shame.
"You even had someone kidnap me. Could you not bear to see me alive? When you arranged the kidnapping, weren't you worried something might go wrong, that I might die at your hands? You gave me life, so did you want to take it back yourself?"
"Mingyu, that's not it, Mom didn't mean that, I just wanted to..."
