"This...this...this..."

She turned back to look at Li Xin'er in disbelief, but Li Xin'er still didn't give her a single glance.

Leng Luo immediately turned around, put on a kind auntie smile, and faced Wenwen, who was staring at her in a daze.

"You keep reading, Auntie will just take a look."

After saying that, as if chased by a ghost, she slammed the door shut, hurriedly ran to the sofa, and lowered her voice.

"Li Xin'er! Your child is so big now, how come we haven't heard a thing!"

Li Xin'er glanced at her unexpectedly, her eyes seeming to say that this woman wasn't quite right in the head.

Leng Luo, however, was there, engrossed in her own imagined drama.

"Who is the father of the child? Is it Lu Peiting? Why did he leave just now? Did he not know?"

"Does the Lu family disagree?"

"You didn't run away with a baby, did you?"

"This is so exciting, the script has come true..."

Leng Luo's ramblings became increasingly outrageous. Li Xin'er, who had initially found it amusing, couldn't bear to listen any longer and quickly gestured for a pause.

"With your sharp mind, you should become a screenwriter."

Leng Luo looked at her, puzzled, then at the door.

"So what's going on with you?"

"I met her after the apocalypse; her parents are gone."

Li Xin'er didn't say much, but with just that one sentence, "Mom and Dad are gone," Leng Luo could roughly guess the reason.

This was completely unexpected by Leng Luo, mainly because Li Xin'er didn't seem like the kind of 'good person' who would adopt orphans.

"You can actually do such a good thing?"

She seemed somewhat incredulous, her tone filled with skepticism.

At this moment, Leng Luo was almost convinced of a conspiracy: had Li Xin'er killed someone's parents...?