Chapter 68

Ye Xiyue led the boy to a nearby restaurant and directly booked a private room on the second floor.

She sat in her chair and looked at the child with a cramped and confused face opposite, her eyes almost fixed on his face.

The child is still young and his facial features are not open, but his eyebrows, eyes and face are very much like the two people she knows.

A carefree king Qi Jingrui, a mysterious man Qi moshang.

If either of the two were present and compared with the child, no matter who saw it, they would say that they were either father and son or brothers.

Ye Xiyue's face was slightly heavy, and her scanning eyes scanned the boy's face again and again. She frowned and pursed her lips, making the whole face look colder than before.

The atmosphere in the box became more and more condensed, and the air seemed to be condensed.

The boy stood there, his face getting whiter and whiter, his hands and fingers all twisted, his head bowed, and his body trembled gently, looking very afraid.

Ye Xiyue looked at him and thought about his identity. Is it a bit too coincidental for such a person to appear for no reason?

She picked her eyebrows and suddenly said, "what's your name?"

The child finally waited until she opened her mouth, and her hanging heart was relieved. He carefully looked up at her and said in a low voice, "my name is ah Yu."

"What's your last name?"

Ye Xiyue only said his name, not even his last name, and immediately asked again.

When the child heard her words, he looked in a trance and said, "I don't have a last name. My mother didn't tell me."

His voice was Yan Yan, clenched his lips, pressed his head lower and lower, stared at his broken cloth shoes, and there was a poor smell all over his body.

With such a short stature, sallow complexion, malnutrition and ragged clothes, will such a child be a royal man?

Ye Xiyue suddenly had a little doubt and tapped her fingers on the table.

After a few rhythmic "Dong Dong", she spoke again, but her voice could not hear happiness and anger, which made people nervous for no reason.

"Come here and stand in front of me!"

Hearing her words, the child trembled heavily and hesitated for a moment before slowly walking to Ye Xiyue.

She reached out and pinched his chin, forcing him to look up, and then carefully observed his facial features.

The closer you look at it, the more you feel like it. Such an image is not just a coincidence. It's really like a father, son and brother. It's a similarity of blood inheritance.

"Where is your mother? How can you let one of your children steal?"

"I... I..."

The child's voice was like a shell. It took a long time to squeeze out two meaningless words. His body shook. It was obviously very frightened.

Ye Xiyue looked at him and suddenly sighed, "what are you afraid of? I won't do anything to you. I just want to see your mother. If you have trouble stealing, I won't pursue it, if not..."

She deliberately didn't say everything, but also lengthened the ending, and the meaning of intimidation was extremely obvious.

The boy in front of him was shaking like a sieve, his eyes were red, his tears swirled inside, and he was about to fall.

Ye Xiyue did not coax him this time, but looked at him calmly, waiting for his reply.

After a while, the child who finally held back his tears began to tremble, "my mother is in the Fengyue building... At night, I can't see her until I go there at night."