In the bathroom, Mu Qian simply tidied herself up in the mirror, looked at the wrinkled skirt on her body, deliberately pulled the collar down a little, and then walked out of the room.

The room was on the second floor. It was very quiet upstairs, but there were sounds coming from downstairs.

Mu Qian slowly walked down the stairs and gradually saw the layout of the downstairs.

In the huge living room, there was only a boy of about six years old, sitting cross-legged on the sofa, with a book larger than his small body on his lap, and he was flipping through it carefully.

Hearing Mu Qian's footsteps, the boy raised his head and looked at her, his eyes clear and calm.

Mu Qian calmly pulled her collar back up.

Judging from the information she had on hand, Lin Su and his late wife had no children, but what was the identity of the child in front of her? Why was it in Lin Su's house?

"Hello!" She walked forward, sat down next to the boy, and asked him with a smile, "Whose child are you from?"

The boy looked at her again, his eyebrows were unexpectedly beautiful, but unfortunately he still had no expression and did not answer his question.

Such a big kid can be so cool.

Mu Qian crossed her arms and raised her eyebrows, "What's wrong? I've never seen a woman as beautiful as my sister. Are you scared?"

This time the boy not only didn't answer, but frowned. As if he disliked Mu Qian for disturbing his reading, he closed the book on his lap, hugged the heavy volume, stood up and moved to the dining table in the restaurant.

Seeing this, Mu Qian ignored him and turned to look at the house.

The decoration is quite decent, and there is no hint of the owner's personality or interests, and there are no pictures.

When Mu Qian's eyes fell on the boy again, the kitchen door behind him suddenly opened, and someone walked out and said, "Are you awake?"

Mu Qian turned around and saw an unexpected person.

Lin Shu, an old servant who has been with the Huo family for more than 20 years, is the aunt who brought up Huo Jinxi, and has a deep relationship with the Huo family.

"Aunt Lin?" Mu Qian couldn't help but be surprised.

Lin Shu had no expression on her face and calmly put the bowl of soup in her hand on the dining table. Then she looked at Mu Qian and said, "When Jin Xi brought you back yesterday, I felt like you, but I didn't take a closer look. I didn't expect you."

It’s really you.”

Mu Qian suddenly felt dizzy.

She looked at Lin Shu, then at the boy reading behind her, "Whose house is this?"

"It belongs to Jin Xi." Lin Shu replied, "You came back with him yesterday. Didn't you know this was his house?"

After saying that, she turned around and returned to the kitchen.

Mu Qian suddenly had a headache and couldn't help but press her temples.

This is Huo Jinxi's house. She clearly got into Lin Su's car last night. Why was she at Huo Jinxi's house?

And, why is there a little boy of how old in Huo Jinxi’s family?

Mu Qian looked at the boy, her hungover brain temporarily unable to function properly.

Lin Shu walked out of the kitchen carrying two more plates. Without looking at Mu Qian, she just said, "The rice is ready, let's eat first."

Mu Qian paused, not politely, got up and walked to the dining table, sat down opposite the boy, held up her chin and looked at him.

The boy obviously noticed her gaze, and his movements of turning the book gradually became unnatural, but he did not look back at Mu Qian.

Lin Shu came out with a bowl of soup. Seeing this situation, she glanced at Mu Qian and said in a bad tone: "What are you looking at? Don't scare him!"

After hearing this, Mu Qian pouted aggrievedly, "Aunt Lin, am I as scary as you say?"

Seeing her like this, Lin Shu was stunned for a moment, then glared at her and walked into the kitchen again.

Lin Shu didn't like her, and Mu Qian knew it.

None of the women in the Huo family like her. In their words, with her appearance, she is a natural disaster.

What's more, something like that happened later...

Mu Qian stopped her thoughts in time. Lin Shu just brought out three bowls of rice from the kitchen and said to the boy, "Qi Ran, stop reading and eat."

Mu Qian reached out to take the rice handed over by Lin Shu and asked casually: "Aunt Lin, whose child is this?"

"Who else could it belong to?" Lin Shu said expressionlessly, "In Jin Xi's house, of course it's Jin Xi's child."
Chapter completed!