As if guessing her confusion, Yan Sijue glanced at her and faintly curved his lips: "When I was little, I lived here."
Mu Yiliang's eyes widened immediately!
"Before I was ten, I didn't even know my surname was Yan." His expression remained indifferent, as if he were telling someone else's story, "It wasn't until the Old Man found me that I returned to the Yan Family."
"Then... before you returned to the Yan Family, you were with..." Mu Yiliang hesitated, unsure if she should ask.
"With my mom, just the two of us." He looked at her, seemingly finding her reaction amusing, "What's wrong? It's no secret I'm an illegitimate child. If it weren't for me wising up and returning to the Yan Family, the Old Man wouldn't have been guarding against me all these years."
"Guarding?" Mu Yiliang was shocked again.
"He always thought I held a grudge against the Yan Family." He said lightly.
Mu Yiliang suddenly didn't know what to say; the shock in her heart hadn't subsided.
