Seized by intense anger, Zi Qianjing carelessly blurted out what was on his mind, and then he paused abruptly, anxious as he quickly glanced at the expressions of the two people, a touch of timidity crossing his gaze.
"Mother?" Ye Wuchen curled his lips into a smile, "I've already heard from Muer that you mistook her for your mother at first. However, Muer and I haven't had any children yet, so where would this son come from?"
It was no wonder Ye Wuchen did not recognize him, because in Nangong Zifeng's memory, their son from a previous life had been imprisoned in a place where time stood still. In other words, even after a thousand years, he would still look like a five-year-old, so how could he suddenly have grown to this extent?
More importantly, their son not only had his limbs completely broken but had also inherited his appearance, with a pair of purple eyes. Therefore, it was only natural that he did not recognize Zi Qianjing.
"I..."
