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Shen Luoluo raised an eyebrow. Well, look at that. The kid's mother was here. That wine had landed with remarkable precision. Was she about to apologize, then offer to take him to change his clothes so she could spend more time with him?

Sure enough, the waitress hurriedly bowed the next second. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. It was my fault. I spilled it by accident. I'm sorry."

"The hotel has somewhere you can change. I can take you there if you like. I'm sorry. I'll pay whatever it costs."

The woman looked at the waitress and suddenly realized she did resemble her son. But if she hadn't heard that voice, she would never have paid her much attention.

The little boy whose clothes had been splashed with red wine cried even harder. The woman was already irritated, and his crying only made it worse. She tugged his arm. "Can you be quiet? Stop crying. You're driving me crazy."

The waitress suddenly rushed forward and scooped him into her arms. "I'm the one who spilled it. It's not the child's fault. Why are you yelling at him?"

After that, Sun Jian's wife still didn't suspect anything? This was obviously his birth mother, unable to stand seeing someone yell at her child.

"What's your relationship with him? Why are you holding him like that?" However much the woman wanted to deny it, the truth was right in front of her. The child she had raised for five or six years belonged to someone else. Worse, he was her husband's mistress's child.

The waitress holding the boy belatedly realized what she had done. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry. He was just so cute that I couldn't help myself."

"Couldn't help yourself? Who picks up someone else's child just because they think he's cute?