Jiang Tingzhou squeezed the woman's hand tightly. "Don't be afraid. I will send people to protect your Xiaoxiao. I won't let him hurt you. Don't worry."

Xu Wan was somewhat worried, "Jiang De'an...does he really not know that you are Jiang Tingzhou?"

Although Jiang Tingzhou's appearance looks completely different from before.

However, those who know him well can still easily recognize him.

Xu Wan guessed at a glance that Ryan might be Jiang Tingzhou, and Ling Ya, although she could tell from his voice, did not have any doubts afterward.

As Jiang Tingzhou's uncle, although the two are not closely related, they are still blood relatives, so it is not impossible for Jiang De'an to discover Jiang Tingzhou's secret.

“It’s unlikely. Those people took his money back then, so it’s impossible that they let me go. They would definitely insist that I’m dead. Plus, I haven’t shown up for so many years, so he must be convinced that I’m dead.” Jiang Tingzhou kept looking in the direction Jiang De’an left, thinking for a long time. “I won’t let anything happen to you. I’ll investigate the other matters further.”

-

On the other side, Jiang De'an had already gotten into the car with the two little boys.

Just as Xu Wan guessed, the two little boys were named Ma Zhiqi and Ma Zhilin.

He is four and a half years old this year.

The two children have slightly similar facial features, but not as similar as twins.

The child was sitting in the back row holding a toy gun.

Jiang De'an sat down next to them and reached out to pat the two children on the head: "Don't be afraid. From now on, you will live in my house. You won't have to worry about not having enough to eat or clothes to wear anymore. Just tell me what you like, or tell my wife, and she will buy it for you."

The two little boys looked at each other, neither daring to speak.

Jiang De'an didn't force them; he simply said, "I've already prepared your rooms. Go back and see if you like them."

The two children looked at each other and then stammered out the word "thank you".

Jiang De'an and An Yunya moved last year to a villa area not far from the kindergarten. The villa has three floors, an area of ​​nearly 1,000 square meters, and front and back yards.

Ma Zhiqi and Ma Zhilin were stunned by the luxurious villa in front of them as soon as they entered the courtyard.

After entering the house, a maid brought a pair of slippers.

When An Yunya heard that Jiang De'an had returned, she had no choice but to go downstairs to greet him.

Jiang De'an would be angry if she didn't come downstairs.

As she walked down the stairs, she saw the two little boys who had returned with Jiang De'an, and her expression immediately turned ugly.

Without saying a word, he turned and tried to leave.

"Wife, come here."

Jiang De'an waved to her.

An Yunya pursed her lips, suppressing her displeasure, and walked over anyway.

“These are Xiao Qi and Xiao Lin, Ma Jun’s sons, you know them.” Jiang De’an patted the top of each child’s head. “They will be living with us from now on, so please take good care of them.”

"Why should I take care of them..." An Yunya was halfway through her sentence when Jiang De'an suddenly grabbed her injured arm tightly. Her expression changed drastically, and she changed her words, "Okay, okay, of course no problem."

After Ma Zhiqi and Ma Zhilin were born, Ma Jun hardly cared for them.

The two children have lived a life of dependence on others since they were young, and they are very sensitive.

They could tell at a glance that An Yunya was unhappy, and they stood at the door without daring to move.

The younger brother, Ma Zhilin, hid behind his older brother.

Ma Zhiqi swallowed hard. "Uncle Jiang, why don't we go back?"

“No need, you can stay here.” Jiang De’an bent down and handed the things he had just bought to the two children. “Take these and let the maid take you back to your room.”

The two children are only four years old and have absolutely no say in the matter.

But having seen too many cold faces from others since childhood, they were sensitive and, despite Jiang De'an's kindness to them, the two children were still afraid of him deep down.

The maid led the two children to the room.

Once the elevator reached the top, An Yunya finally couldn't hold back her tears any longer. "Why? Why did you bring two more children back? Can't we have our own children?"