From an outsider's perspective, the little bun could not say anything because he was crying too hard but you could actually read his lips clearly.
He was calling "mother" soundlessly again and again.
When he read the little bun's lips, Xi Shiqing dropped his cup on the floor.
Was the child l calling Ning Xi his mother?
How could this be?
No way...it was definitely impossible!
This little boy looked like he was four or five years old. How could Ning Xi have a son that old?
And this poker-faced man with a suppressing aura around him looked familiar. Where did he see him before?
Ning Xi also seemed very shocked. Could they have mistaken her for someone else?
As these thoughts flew across Xi Shiqing’s mind, Ning Xi stood up and quickly took the boy from Lu Tingxiao's embrace, coaxing him like her beloved baby. "Baby, don't cry, don't cry. I'm sorry, it's all my fault, don't cry, okay?"
Xi Shiqing's face went instantly pale.