Dad Mo was stunned, and he was still as if he was slit by a hole for at least five seconds. Then he stared at Mo Xiaoran in a daze and spoke mechanically, "Xiaoran, why did you suddenly ask this..."
He felt something was wrong with Mo Xiaoran's serious expression and became nervous.
Could it be that she... discovered something?
Or, what did someone tell her?
Mo Xiaoran looked at the father's face and suddenly sighed.
Judging from his strange reaction, she almost knew the result...
My heart was a little sour, and Mo Xiaoran pulled the corners of her mouth, suppressed these emotions, and spoke in a depressed voice, "Dad... you said it straight, I'm not your biological child, right?"
Dad Mo was stunned, and the messy stubble shook slightly as his lips hesitated. After a long time, he lit a cigarette, took a deep breath, and opened his mouth helplessly, "Xiaoran..."
Mo Xiaoran quietly snatched the cigarette from his hand, and then snatched the lighter and a whole pack of cigarette bags, threw it into the trash can, turned around and stared at him, waiting for his next sentence.
Mo's father was moved. Of course, he knew that Xiaoran did not let him smoke for his own good. So what if his daughter was adopted? She was still very considerate...
He has really made her suffer in the past few years...
He was really afraid that after she knew that she was not his biological child, she would fly away without any nostalgia.
"Xiaoran, you are indeed not my biological child." He thought for a while, and finally admitted, his face covered with a hint of embarrassment, "You were about eight years old at that time, and I adopted you."
boom……!
Mo Xiaoran's head sounded loudly, and at the moment Mo's confession, it seemed as if it had exploded.
Although she had known this would be the answer, she still felt very uncomfortable when she heard him say it in person.
Mo Xiaoran curled up and huddled on the sofa, her eyes a little dazed, and her originally sweet voice became a little hoarse, "Then... Dad, how did I meet you at that time?"
"Your mother was not dead at that time. When we went on a trip to the suburbs, we met you. You were dirty and very depressed... Whatever you asked you, you shook your head and looked out of control... Just tell me
Our name is Xiaoran..."
After a pause, he sighed again, "We help you find your biological parents everywhere but it's no result. We have no children yet, so we adopted you... as the homonym of 'Xiaoran', called Mo Xiaoran..."
"Later, your mother died of late stages of lung cancer... It was then that your spirit began to slowly recover and you slowly began to have new memories... But it was at that time that I was obsessed with gambling..."
"Okay, dad, you need to say nothing."
Mo Xiaoran closed her black eyes, shook her head fiercely, then got up, walked into the room with her eyes closed, and slammed the door.
"Xiaoran, your real name is actually Anran, and it is the daughter of the An family who has been lost for many years."...
Mu Yunchen's words were replayed in his mind again... and brought a burst of sadness.
How could she be the daughter of the An family? How could she be!