Upon hearing the news Cheng Yaozu brought, Cheng Su felt a bit dazed. After seeing him off, she sat on the sofa lost in thought.
An assassin, it’s actually an assassin.
No matter the relationship between this person and her, it’s not good news.
If he is her father, yet holds such an identity, what should she do? If not, then he must be related to her somehow?
Or perhaps, he killed her parents and family?
Thinking of this possibility, Cheng Su’s heart trembled suddenly, sharp pain hit her as if from nowhere, causing her organs to spasm, and her back to curve down.
"Mom..."
A vague child’s cry brought Cheng Su slightly back to reality. Did she just hear something?
Mom?
Cheng Su looked at Qi Xiaoqi sitting beside her, only to see him staring at her intently. Was it him calling just now?
"Xiao Qi, you, you can call people now?" Cheng Su could hardly believe it, picked him up, placed him on her thigh, and said: "Call again, let me hear, mommy."
Qi Xiaoqi didn’t call, Cheng Su coaxed for a while, then he baaed.
"Oh, my son can talk now!" Cheng Su was delighted, hugged and kissed him repeatedly, praised him a bit, then teased him to call dad.
Qi Xiaoqi was being kissed forcibly, his chubby cheeks squashed together.
Cheng Su smiled pleasantly, but when her gaze fell onto the information photos on the coffee table, her smile disappeared and her lips pursed.
Qi Xiaoqi was also looking.
"Xiao Qi, if he really is my father, what should I do? If not, what if he killed my family then..." Cheng Su murmured, her brow furrowing.
Qi Xiaoqi felt inexplicably puzzled, what is this woman talking about?


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