"Want to find it back?" Pei Yuanjun raised an eyebrow, the corner of his lips hooked, and the earrings hanging between his ears stirred slightly, shaking out a hint of enchantment, as if in living color, seducing the soul.

"No!" Qu Mo Ying shook his head, a smile surfacing on his face, just not reaching the bottom of his eyes, "Just wanting to figure out my mother's true origins, and won't be looking for it back."

What are you going to do? To hug and cry? Since it was abandoned ...