Mu Shaoqian froze as if petrified upon hearing this.
Mu Jingheng looked at his son, who smelled of alcohol, with red and watery eyes, on the verge of an emotional collapse, and raised his hand to pat his shoulder.
"Shaoqian, when you asked Dad this question, I think you already knew the answer in your heart."
Mu Jingheng sighed softly.
"Xinxin is your sister Qianyuan, Shaoqian, you should wake up too..."
"Shaoqian!"
Ning Zitong's voice suddenly came from the doorway, thoroughly interrupting Mu Jingheng.
She hurriedly ran to Mu Shaoqian, her eyes full of concern.
"Shaoqian, where have you been these days? How did you end up like this? Who hit you? Why is your face swollen? And why did you drink so much! Why didn't you answer Mom's calls!"
Looking at Mu Shaoqian's filthy, drunken state, Ning Zitong, as a mother, naturally felt distressed.
Just after saying a couple of words, she suddenly grabbed Mu Shaoqian's hand.
"Shaoqian, Mom found your sister! We found Yuan!"
