Shock, trepidation, inquiry...
The gazes of those present at the scene were firmly locked on Mo Yao, and she experienced a range of emotions through their stares.
Mo Yao, supporting Mu Enyi's shoulder, her heartbeat like a drum, bowed her head, not knowing how to explain the situation...
Mu Enyi, not understanding the state of affairs around him, reached out his hands, his small mouth huffing as he called out, "Mommy, Mommy, hug!"
For Mu Enyi, who was almost three years old this year, most meanings were something he could express quite clearly.
Mo Yao couldn't refuse Mu Enyi; her tender pink face flushed a deep red. No matter what, she was now about the same age as Musheng was when Musheng became pregnant, yet her child was already three years old. No matter how one looked at it, there seemed to be a hint of shame in this matter.
She was still somewhat afraid of the gossip from these people.
