Zi'er and Xiaomo should be with Momo in Qincheng, why do they appear here.
Also, aren’t their memories from before they were five years old blocked?
Why do you call him daddy?
Could it be that something went wrong with Momo and Fu Yuanxi?
Thinking of all this, Murong Ling felt slightly uneasy.
"It's not mom, it's eldest brother, who brought us here." Zi'er said seriously.
Xiaomo also nodded: "It's indeed Big Brother. Big Brother tricked us and our mother onto the plane, saying that after we come here to see our father, we will meet our mother. Dad, where is mom?"
Why did they come for so long but never see their mother at all?
"Brother?" Murong Ling frowned slightly.
Didn’t the three sons go to the wilderness survival training organized by the school?
How could he trick Zi'er and Xiaomo into taking a plane?
Could it be that they went to Qincheng?
Something was wrong. He raised his head and looked at the servants beside him: "Is Xiaoyi back? Go and call them over."
The three sons and Ayan must have done something behind his back that he didn't know about.
After the servant agreed, he was about to leave the room.
Murong Yi pushed the door open and walked in with his two younger brothers.
The servant's face was filled with joy: "Master Yi, the master of the house happens to be looking for you."
Murong Yi nodded to the servants: "Well, you all can go out!"
The servant immediately withdrew respectfully. Murong Yi reached out to close the door of the room and walked towards his father.
Murong Ling looked at his son, whose facial features were very similar to Momo's, and asked in a deep voice: "Xiao Yi, what's going on? Zi'er and Xiaomo said you tricked them into flying?"
Zi'er ran over: "Brother, didn't you say that after we came to see dad, mom was also there? Where is mom?"
Because she didn't see her mother, Xiaomo's eyes were red: "I want my mother, I miss my mother!"
Murong Yi softly comforted his two sisters: "Mom is on the way and will be here soon."
Murong Sheng glanced at his eldest brother and stood up, holding Zi'er's little hand: "Zi'er, Xiaomo, there are many little rabbits in the garden behind our house. Can second brother accompany you to see the little rabbits?"
"Yes, yes, it's not just little rabbits, there are also many cute little ducks. Zi'er, Xiaomo, how about we go pick up duck eggs?" Murong Ai also said quickly.
The eldest brother has something to say to his father. They must take the two sisters away as soon as possible.
When the two little girls heard this, they were a little moved.
Zi'er looked at Murong Yi: "Brother, how long does it take for mom to come here?"
"Forty minutes, Zi'er, you go see the little rabbit first. When mother comes, can I have someone call you?" He coaxed the two sisters again.
Zi'er and Xiaomo believed him and nodded: "Okay, you must remember to call us!"
Then they bid farewell to Murong Ling and went to the garden behind.
Throughout the whole process, Murong Ling had a loving smile on his face when facing his two daughters. He said nothing about his son's behavior.
After everyone else left and only the two of them were left in the room, he stared at his son and asked: "Xiao Yi, what is going on? You didn't go to the wilderness survival training at all, did you?"
At this time, Murong Yi knew that he could hide nothing, so he simply showed his cards: "Yes, Dad, we did not go to participate in the wilderness survival training. We went to Qincheng."
Murong Yi stood in front of him, looking at him fearlessly with clear eyes: "We miss our mother and sister!"
"Murong Yi, tell me the truth, why did Zi'er and Xiaomo remember their life experiences?" Anger appeared in Murong Ling's eyes.
He and Momo had already agreed that they would not let them know about his life experience until he reached adulthood at the age of eighteen.
Now, he is sick, and he doesn't want them to know.
He felt sorry for them and Momo. He only hoped that his two daughters could be happy forever without any worries.
Murong Yi raised his head and said with a firm voice: "I'll find someone to help them restore their memory."
"What? You——, Xiaoyi, you——" Murong Yi stood up from the chair, and his breathing became rapid.
What is your son doing?
Why are you so ignorant?
Seeing his father's red face due to excitement, difficulty breathing and being suffocated, Murong Yi's eyes turned red. He stretched out his little hand to pull Murong Ling to sit down, patting his back gently to help him calm down.
"Dad, I know everything!"
"What do you know?" Murong Ling heard the strangeness in his son's voice and turned to look at him.