Lance thought of this, and Gu Zhiwei felt extremely elated, as if she had already crushed Gu Zhixuan.
"Gu Zhixuan, talking about your sister like that, doesn't your conscience hurt?" Lance stood up and walked away.
Gu Zhixuan gripped the knife and fork in her hands tightly, and looked at Lance's back with a cold smile.
Lance indeed treated Gu Zhiwei differently. Weibao... could very well be Lance's son.
.........
The night was as dark as ink, and the lights were sparse.
Walking out of the restaurant, Gu Zhiwei felt a sense of relief and slowly walked home with her son in her arms.
The cool night breeze brushed against her face, refreshing and pleasant.
"Mommy, that uncle's eyes are just like mine." Weibao finally dared to voice his concern, could that uncle be his Daddy?
"How are they the same?" Gu Zhiwei scoffed, "There are plenty of people with blue eyes, you're just a little kid making a fuss over nothing."
