Xu Wan looked at Qiao Mo, and an idea involuntarily sprouted in her mind.
Could... Xiao Mo be her child?
After all, she bore some resemblance to her husband, and she felt a sense of closeness and affection from the first meeting.
Moreover, as she said, over twenty years ago Yang Peiyun always claimed to be her mother, so much so that even Qiao Dehou was completely unaware that she wasn't Yang Peiyun's child.
Qiao Mo suddenly had a bold thought; could it be that she isn't Qiao Dehou's child either?
Throughout the meal, Xu Wan pondered over this matter, occasionally glancing at Qiao Mo, feeling more and more affectionate.
Upon closely examining her eyebrows and eyes, she noticed some resemblance to her son, Louis.
Once this idea took root in her mind, she couldn't stop thinking about it, planning to find an opportunity to take a strand of Qiao Mo's hair for testing.
If it turns out positive, that's great; if not, there's no real loss.
