luo chenxi carried the little dumpling and sat on the sofa. she combed her hair into two braids in no time and even tied her hair with a red ribbon.
the little dumpling touched her hair, looked at herself in the mirror, and finally smiled through her tears.
he then went to have breakfast with luo chenxi.
mu yichen was completely ignored by them and cast aside.
however, he wasn't as angry as he usually was. on the contrary, looking at the adult and the child being so intimate, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly, and his eyes seemed to be deep in thought.
the more they looked at each other, the more they looked like a mother and daughter.
although he jinsi thought he was crazy to make such an unreliable guess, he felt that his intuition could not be wrong.
mu yichen stood up and walked toward the dining room when he saw the two of them seated at the dining table.