For some reason, the little girl before him felt strangely familiar, yet Wan Jiang was certain he had never seen her before.
"Is this my mom? My mom's name is Mu Qianxue. Old Master, have you seen my mom?"
Mu Qingling took out a scroll, upon which was a portrait of her mom, Mu Qianxue. When Wan Jiang saw the figure in the painting, the muscles on his old face could not help twitching several times.
"You're saying the person in this portrait is your mom?"
"Yes! She's my mom."
"What does 'mom' mean?"
"Mom means mom! Old Master, you don't even know what mom means? Oh, right, you're a spirit plant, so you don't have a mom."
"Senior, what Ling'er calls mom means mother."
Zhao Shanshan hurriedly explained from the side. She did not know why Mu Qingling called her mother mom; she herself had not known what it meant before.
Everyone else called them father and mother, but Mu Qingling called them dad and mom. Indeed, many people did not understand that.
"Hahaha...!"
"Very good, very good. I never expected you to be her daughter. Since that's the case, you'll stay here and atone for her sins!"
"Senior, what do you mean by that?"
The old man's booming laughter made Zhao Shanshan's face turn pale. Somewhat alarmed, she asked, why did this old man seem like a bad person?
"What do I mean?"
"Of course, I mean keeping all of you here. I never expected this little girl to be that woman's daughter. She escaped last time, so I'll capture her daughter instead."
No wonder the little girl had seemed somewhat familiar. She was that woman's daughter. Even the heavens were helping him—his enemy's daughter had actually delivered herself to his doorstep.
"You bad old man! You actually