Mr. Si did not expect Murong Rong to arrive so quickly. He stood up and said apologetically: "Miss Mu, I'm sorry, I made a mistake."
"Where did you make a mistake? You praised An An every word. If An An knew that the master she admired praised her so much, she would definitely be very happy."
Mr. Si also laughed: "What little girls like most is to be praised."
Murong Rong listened with great interest to Mr. Si telling interesting stories about An An's piano practice.
This was a side of her that she had never known. Murong Rong was sincerely happy to hear that her daughter was so smart: "Mr. Si, thank you for teaching An An so carefully and giving her such a happy life."
Mr. Si shook his head: "I just did my duty, so what's the point of thanking me? Moreover, I didn't take good care of An An. When she was here, she was bullied by a little boy.
An An was very sad and shed tears of grievance. I originally wanted to tell you, but An An insisted not to let me tell you, saying that she was afraid that you would worry."
Murong Rong really didn't know about this, so he asked casually: "What's that boy's name? He's really naughty."
"That child seems to be named Nan Nan."
"Nannan?"
Murong Rong never expected that she would hear Nan Nan's name after such a long time.
"Do you know Miss Mu?"
Murong Rong nodded, took a deep breath and said, "Nan Nan is the child who replaced An An."
Mr. Si didn't expect it to be like this. He opened his mouth and couldn't help but said: "This is really an unexpected fate."
The light in Murong Rong's eyes dimmed: "I was stupid for not taking good care of An An."
Seeing the pain hidden in Murong Rong's expression, Mr. Si couldn't help but comfort him: "Miss Mu, don't be like this. An An doesn't want to see you blaming yourself so much."
Murong Rong nodded: "Thank you so much Master Kongzang for your concern, I will do it."
She chatted with Mr. Si for a while, and then Mr. Si's phone rang.
Mr. Si said: "Miss Mu, please take your time to clean up. I'll answer the phone first."
"Okay, you are busy first." After Murong Rong sent Mr. Si away, he began to pack up the things in the piano room.
She tidied up very slowly, and every time she tidied up something, she couldn't help but imagine in her mind what An An looked like at that time.
It was as if she saw her daughter living beside her again.
"An'an."
Murong Rong could no longer control her emotions.
During this period of time, everyone told her to take good care of herself, otherwise An An would be worried.
She also worked hard to get better, but the pain of losing An An never went away.
For a moment, Murong Rong couldn't help but lay on the piano and cried bitterly.
"Isn't this Mr. Si's piano room? Why is anyone crying again?"
Hearing the sound from behind, Murong Rong stopped crying. She wiped the tears on her face with her sleeves and stood up from the chair.
"Sorry, I'm rude."
Murong Rong apologized hurriedly.
"Young Madam?"
The visitor couldn't help but exclaimed after seeing Murong Rong.
Murong Rong was very confused and couldn't help but raise her head, and then she saw a young, cat-like boy standing at the door.
He was looking at her with wide eyes and a face full of shock, as if he had seen a ghost.
Murong Rong thought he was frightened by her tears.
She apologized in her heart, said sorry again, and prepared to leave.
She was stopped as soon as she made a move, and the boy said hurriedly: "No! You can't leave!"
Murong Rong's expression suddenly became alert: "What are you thinking? This is a public place."
"What don't I dare? I just want to stay."
Hey, this sounds like a bad intention.
"I just want to confirm something with you. Have you lost your memory?"
"Amnesia?" Murong Rong looked at the man's earnest expression and was speechless: "What are you talking about? This kind of chatting up is no longer popular."
The boy suddenly became anxious: "It's really not a chat. Come on, you come with me to meet my master!"
As he said that, he reached out to grab Murong Rong.
Murong Rong avoided it without hesitation and immediately shouted: "Is there anyone there? Someone come quickly!"
"Don't yell, I just want to take you to meet my master!" The boy was also anxious: "You don't know what the master has become because of you? Since you died, the master has turned gray overnight!"
Thinking of the suffering his master had suffered over the years, the boy almost cried.
"Xiao Xi."
At this time, a deep voice sounded: "What are you doing?"
The boy known as Xiaoxi immediately turned his head and looked over when he heard the sound. When he saw the man, he immediately ran over and said ecstatically: "Master, I have found the young lady, look!"
When the visitor heard this, he looked towards where Yanxi's finger was pointing and saw a young girl's body tensed up, with repulsion all over her body.
When he saw Murong Rong's face, his pupils suddenly shrank, and he was momentarily absent-minded.
Murong Rong was also looking at the person coming. Just as the boy said just now, his hair had turned white.
However, such a color does not affect the man's appearance at all, but makes him look noble.
He was very tall, and even just standing there, he gave people a strong sense of oppression. This was the first person she had ever seen who could be compared with Rong Jiuci in terms of momentum and appearance.
The expression he looked at her was also very strange. There were extremely intense emotions surging in those dark eyes.
Feeling happy and sad at the same time, it felt like countless stories were being played out in just a short moment.
But it soon became dull.
"She is not Mo Yan."
"Isn't it?" Yanxi couldn't believe it: "But she clearly looks exactly like the young lady."
The man said calmly: "There are all kinds of wonders in the world, but there is just a girl like Mo Yan."
"But..." Yanxi felt that it was more than just that, they looked so similar, they were either twins born at the same time or the same person.
The young lady has always been an only daughter.
"Miss, I'm sorry." The man apologized to Murong Rong very politely, then turned and left without hesitation.
Yanxi couldn't help but look back at Murong Rong and said: "I know that many unpleasant things have happened, but the master is also helpless. If you are really the young lady, if you really still have a conscience, you should come back as soon as possible.
Come to the master."
After saying that, he left immediately.
Murong Rong breathed a sigh of relief, she did not take Yan Xi's words to heart.
Because she knew clearly that she was not the young lady and Mo Yan he said she was.
Murong Rong speeded up the cleaning process.
At this time, her cell phone rang, it was Li Xiuqin calling.
As soon as she connected, her mother's displeased and urgent voice came from the other end: "Rong Rong, where have you been?"
"Master Kongzang is back. I'm here to pack An An's things."
Li Xiuqin frowned, it was just a dead child, what was so rare about those things.
However, Li Xiuqin also knew that she could not say such words under any circumstances.
He could only urge: "We will leave at five o'clock. Come back quickly and pack your things."
Murong Rong responded, and after putting An An's scattered things into the bag, he called the staff of the piano store, left the address, and asked them to send An An's piano back.
After finishing it, Murong Rong was ready to leave.
As soon as she came out of the piano store, a figure rushed towards her.