The sound of doubt fell, and both Mu Qianshui and Mira turned their heads simultaneously to look at the little girl still unconscious on the hospital bed.
Even though Chenxi's face lacked any color at the moment, her features, aside from her tightly shut eyes, were still quite distinct.
"Looking closely like this, she does kind of resemble Young Master Mo."
Mira observed curiously.
"But this might just be a coincidence. Baby, why would you suddenly say that? Could it be you're suspecting Xixi is Mo's daughter? That's impossible! Young Master Mo has never been with any woman, so how could he…"
"No, he has."
Mu Qianshui coldly interrupted.
"He slept with Yan Xinxin, and that woman even gave Chuxi a son!"
"Oh, so you're talking about that wretched woman!"
Mira chuckled dismissively, then furrowed her brows in confusion.
"But what does this have to do with Xixi?"
Upon hearing this, Mu Qianshui fell silent, but her gaze remained fixed on little Chenxi's face.
