Mom.
In every sense, it was an incredibly weighty title—for a mother, the corresponding title was naturally "child."
No mother could remain unmoved after seeing her own child—especially when the child had been lost. She would be frantic with worry.
Yet the woman being hugged by this child clearly did not show any such reaction.
She merely lowered her head and stared at the child, her lips slightly parted as she looked quite surprised.
"This child is the child of you two?" The guard was clearly unable to process what was happening, but, like Song Ying, he had also noticed the resemblance between the child and the foreign young man.
"This isn't my child." The woman finally spoke and shook her head. Yet she carefully studied the child's face as well, feeling something strange in her heart—a very strange feeling. "But he..."
She turned to look at the foreign white young man beside her.
The young man seemed to have noticed something too and shook his head blankly.
The woman crouched down and took the child's hand. "Little friend, what's your name?"
"Paul," the child answered in a clear voice.
Oh, my God, the child had finally spoken—after that, no matter how hard the guards and Song Ying had tried, they had never been able to get him to say a word.
If she was not his biological mother, how could she make the child obey her so completely?
"Qiao An?" another female guard, who had been sitting at the desk the whole time, suddenly called out. She then stood up. "You're Qiao An, right? I recognize you! I'm your fan! The movie you acted in last year was absolutely wonderful!"
"I... Thank you." The woman seemed to have intended to deny it, but ultimately admitted it and removed the