Looking at the wariness and defense in the woman's demeanor, Xin Yun couldn't help but give a bitter smile. He was just a little over eight years old, and yet he had frightened her this much—a clear sign that Ming Xuan and his mother were in a very difficult situation.
As he pondered, Xin Yun smiled and said, "This must be Ming Xuan's mother, right?"
"Ming Xuan!" Hearing Xin Yun's words, the woman's eyes narrowed slightly, a confused expression on her face. However, quickly her eyes emitted a sharp light as she asked cautiously, "Who are you? What has happened to Ming Xuan?"
"This..." Faced with the vigilant woman, Xin Yun couldn't help but inwardly sigh. How should he explain—that he was a fan of Ming Xuan in his past life, and now he wanted to recruit him early?