Fu Nancheng’s gaze was sowhat deep, after a few seconds of silence, he said slowly, "Where is the seminar held?"
Qiao Mo was speechless for a mont, then randomly made up a distant building from the company and sent him away.
After hanging up the phone, Qiao Mo looked again at Yu Shaoqi, who was sitting on the sofa.
Yu Shaoqi looked at Qiao Mo, blinking his watery eyes and said, "Did you just lie to Uncle Fu? Was it because of ?"
Qiao Mo squeezed out a faint smile to him and shook her head, "No, it’s just that I haven’t decided on so things yet, and I want to think them over again."
No matter whether he is Fu Nancheng and Yu Qianxun’s child or not, in the end, he is just an innocent child.
She did not want to take her anger out on a child because of this and hurt him.
Qiao Mo sat opposite him with a complex mood, and said gently, "Are you hungry?"
Yu Shaoqi shook his head, curiously looking at Qiao Mo in front of him.
"Why did you just ask to give back your father to you and your mother?" Qiao Mo pondered for a mont, then softly spoke.
Yu Shaoqi furrowed his small brow, hesitating for a mont before saying, "I heard mom say to others that it’s because you ca back, so dad can’t be with her or ."
Qiao Mo’s face turned pale, yet she feigned calmness, "Then before, was your dad with your mom?"
Yu Shaoqi’s small face was crumpled into a ball, he shook his head, "No, they’ve never been together, and mom also won’t let call Uncle Fu dad."
"You...an...does Fu Nancheng not know he is your dad?"
Upon hearing the question, little Yu Shaoqi seed conflicted, seriously thought for a mont, "I’m not sure if Uncle Fu knows, but Uncle Fu is very nice to , I really like him."
"Then...did your mom say anything else?"
At this point, Yu Shaoqi’s head drooped down, seemingly a little sad and disappointed.
"I heard mom say...I’m a mistake."
When he ntioned this, the look in the child’s eyes appeared sowhat listless, carrying a hint of self-bla and innocence, which was especially heart-wrenching.
Qiao Mo couldn’t help but stretch out her hand to stroke his hair, "How could you be a mistake? You must be the best gift your mom could have."
Yu Shaoqi lifted his little face to look at Qiao Mo, "Really?"
Qiao Mo looked at that little face that was almost a spitting image of Fu Nancheng’s, sowhat dazed, she smiled and nodded, "Of course, you’re so obedient and sensible, who wouldn’t like you?"
Yu Shaoqi’s head drooped down again, in a muffled voice he said, "But I feel like mom doesn’t really like ."
Qiao Mo froze, not quite understanding, "How could that be? Did you make mom angry?"
Yu Shaoqi seriously thought it over again, then said, "I didn’t..."
For a mont, Qiao Mo didn’t know how to console him. Although his age looked about the sa as Chenchen’s, he seed even more mature than Chenchen.
Because of the living environnt, Chenchen was already quite mature compared to kids his age.
But the child in front of her seed even more mature, seeing his self-bla and disappointed appearance, Qiao Mo couldn’t help but feel heartache.
She gently pulled his arm, trying to offer him so comfort.
But as soon as she touched him, she saw the little child’s face turn pale white and instinctively withdrew his arm.
Qiao Mo was taken aback, noticing a few drops of sweat breaking out on his forehead, she said softly, "What’s wrong? Are you uncomfortable anywhere?"
Qiqi shook his head, without making a sound.
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