"I need to ask you something."
Fu Yang walked over and dragged a chair to sit by the bed, giving Fu Siyu's phone a fleeting glance.
"Speak."
Fu Siyu turned off his phone and looked at Fu Yang.
"Who is my mom?" Fu Yang's eyes were intense. "Don't tell me I really popped out of a rock."
This question, Fu Yang had often asked it when he was very young.
Because, whether it was his playmates or the kindergarten friends, they all had mothers, except for him.
At that time, Fu Siyu's answer was that he would tell him when he grew up.
Later, Fu Siyu went abroad, and Fu Yang gradually grew up. This topic became a taboo that neither would touch by unspoken consent.
Now, however, Fu Yang had brought it up again, staring directly at Fu Siyu with the relentless directness of youth, as if he would not back down unless Fu Siyu answered.
Fu Siyu's gaze shifted slightly. "I don't know."
Fu Yang scoffed, "You don't know now? What about when you got her pregnant?"
