Lu Zhu's tone was very mild, and not at all like what one might expect from a seven-year-old girl discussing her own origins.
Lu Yinfeng still remembered, when she was as old as her, she would get upset for a long time when others said she was picked up by her parents.
She sat up straight and looked earnestly into Lu Zhu's eyes, saying, "How can it be irrelevant... You are the child I gave birth to with all my might, you have a blood relationship with me, of course, I want you back by my side!"
"Is blood relationship that important?" Lu Zhu retorted, "Mo Zhi isn't your biological child, does that mean you wouldn't love her?"
"If I leave with you, then my mom would be very lonely... Mo Zhi would be sad too..."
A hint of sadness appeared on Lu Zhu's small face.
She was more mature than Lu Yinfeng could have imagined.
Lu Yinfeng was stunned.
She hadn't expected Lu Zhu to be able to discuss Mo Zhi so calmly and collectedly.