Because Yi Zhentian once killed her only daughter!
If Jing Qiu is really Yi Zhentian's son, then...
Thinking of this, Mrs. Sikong became excited again.[
If Jing Qiu is really Yi Zhentian's son, it means that she has raised a child for nearly thirty years for the enemy who killed her daughter and son-in-law!
How could this not make Mrs. Sikong extremely excited?!
She actually raised a son for nearly thirty years for the enemy who killed her daughter and son-in-law!
When she thought of this, Mrs. Sikong couldn't help but tremble with cold all over her body!
She shouted excitedly at Haiyue, "It's important! How could this not be important?! He is Yi Zhentian's son! Yi Zhentian killed my Lan Xi and Ruilin..."
As if it was unbearable, Old Mrs. Sikong kept mumbling and repeating these words, her expression gradually became frantic, and her originally shrewd eyes became cloudy because of hatred, losing their usual shrewdness.
"Grandma..." Facing Old Mrs. Sikong like this, Haiyue didn't know what to say.
"Jingqiu... Where is Jingqiu? Why hasn't he appeared until now? Is it because of identity issues that he doesn't even dare to see me?" Even though she said he was the son of an enemy, Old Mrs. Sikong felt confused in her heart.
She still wants to see her grandson, after all, she brought him up with her own hands.
"Grandma..." Haiyue looked at Mrs. Sikong's anxious look and hugged Jinglue, who was sleeping in her arms, "Jingqiu..."
Her voice was so choked that she couldn't make a normal sound.
"Tell me quickly, where is he?" Mrs. Sikong held Haiyue's arm very hard, as if she had used all her life's strength.
The huge pain from her wrist made Haiyue almost burst into tears. She gritted her teeth to hold back, and answered intermittently, "Grandma...Jingqiu...is missing..."
"Missing?" Old Mrs. Sikong's eyes suddenly widened, and there was unconcealable worry in her tone, "How did Jingqiu disappear? Do you have anyone to contact to find him?"
"Grandma..." Haiyue's eyes were red and she told Mrs. Sikong what happened.