Lu Zixi hurriedly asked, "Is he five years old this year?"
Su Wanwan nodded.
"His birthday was last month, right?"
Su Wanwan continued to nod.
However, Lu Zixi's reaction next startled Su Wanwan.
She started crying.
Tears flowed unbidden from her eyes, streaking down her cheeks like a string of pearls snapping.
She didn't make any sound, just stared at her, tears streaming down her face.
It is said that a beautiful woman crying is like pear blossoms bathed in rain, and Su Wenwen has now witnessed it.
Especially Lu Zixi's eyes are slightly innocent, yet vulnerable almond-shaped eyes. The image of her holding back her tears, devoid of the playful and clever charm of the "national goddess" often seen on screen, made her all the more pitiful and endearing.
Zan Song from the side handed over a tissue. Lu Zixi wiped her eyes, calming her emotions before finally speaking.
"My child, Ziyang is my child..."
Hearing this, Su Wanwan blurted out, "Impossible!"