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

The room is on the second floor, and the upstairs is very quiet, but there is a sound coming downstairs.

Mu Qian slowly walked down the stairs and saw the layout downstairs bit by bit.

In the huge living room, there was only a boy about six years old sitting cross-legged on the sofa, with a book larger than his small body placed on his knees, and he was reading 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 his collar up and back.

Judging from the information she had, Lin Su and his deceased wife did not have children, but what is the identity of the child in front of her? Why was he in Lin Su's house?

"Hello!" She walked up, sat down beside the boy, and asked him with a smile, "Whose child are you?"

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 young child can be so cool.

Mu Qian hugged her arm and raised her eyebrows, "What's wrong? I've never seen a woman as beautiful as my sister, and I was scared?"

Not only did the boy not answer, but frowned. It seemed that he was thinking that Mu Qian had disturbed him from reading the book. He closed the book on his knees, held the heavy book, and stood up and moved to the dining table in the restaurant.

Seeing this, Mu Qian ignored him and turned around and looked at the house.

The decor is so well-known that the owner's personality and interest are not visible at all, and no photos are presented.

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

Mu Qian turned his head and saw an unexpected person.

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

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

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

It's really you."

Mu Qian suddenly felt dizzy.

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

"Jin Xi," Lin Shu replied, "You came back with him yesterday, don't you know this is his house?"

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

Mu Qian suddenly had a headache and couldn't help but hold his temple.

This is Huo Jinxi's house. She obviously got into Lin Su's car last night, so why was she at Huo Jinxi's house?

And, why did Huo Jinxi have a little boy at home?

Mu Qian looked at the boy, and her brain after the hangover was a little unable to function.

Lin Shu walked out of the kitchen with two more plates, and didn't even look at Mu Qian, but just said, "The meal is ready, eat first."

Mu Qian paused, and without hesitation, got up and walked to the dining table, sat down opposite the boy, and looked at him with his chin.

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

Lin Shu walked 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 in grievance, "Aunt Lin, am I as scary as you said?"

Seeing her like this, Lin Shu was stunned at first, then glared at her, and walked into the kitchen.

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

The women of the Huo family don’t like her. In their words, her appearance is a natural disaster.

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

Mu Qian stopped thinking in time, Lin Shu just served three bowls of rice from the kitchen and said to the boy: "Qi Ran, don't read books, 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 can it be?" Lin Shu said with an expressionless face, "In Jin Xi's house, of course, it's Jin Xi's child."
Chapter completed!