"What… do you mean?" Xiao Qingya's baby bottle nearly fell down to the floor.
Mo Chen's lips twitched at the sight. The sight before him was one of the most bizarre scenes he had witnessed over the years.
The ghost Ling Yu, with bloody tears running down her face, was sobbing beside Xiao Qingya.
However, she wasn't alone. Beside her was her younger brother, Ling Bo, who had returned with them.
"What's wrong with my little sister, Mr. Mo?" Xiao Yuyan couldn't help but ask anxiously. The little one had a rich expression on her face; pity, disbelief, annoyance, then conflicted.
"Can our eldest brother be saved too?" Xiao Yuxi added a question.
Mo Chen tried to maintain his neutral expression as he explained. "Your eldest brother should wake up soon. But…" he trailed off, turning to Xiao Qingya with a frown on his face.
His eyes went over Zhou Anran, considering how to explain the situation to the little one's mother.
