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"Go ahead."

"Does Xiao Meng Han's body have some kind of chronic disease?" Xuan Peng didn't say anything. He looked at Yang Ziying's pale face, and he was even more sure of his guess. He clenched his hand into a fist and asked the following question in a single breath: "Is it because of this chronic disease that his hair turned white? And this is a genetic disease?"

"Xuan Peng, you have to be responsible for what you say. The Xiao family is not a family that you can set up and question. I reserve the right to pursue your words." Yang Ziying's voice was a little shrill as she tried her best to raise her chin.

This was a war. Even though there was no smoke, it was still an extremely dangerous war. If the Xiao family was careless, they would be annihilated. However, they didn't expect this war to start from Xuan Peng's side.

Yang Ziying's angry tone would have intimidated any ordinary person.

But Xuan Peng wasn't. He had always been a steady man when it came to things. His perception and meticulous thoughts allowed him to see Yang Ziying's fearful heart from the bluff deep within his eyes.

"Madam Xiao, I do not wish to hurt Xiao Ran, nor will I harm the child she dotes on. I do not have any ill intentions, I only wish to remind Madam Xiao that the Xiao family should not bully Xiao Ran too much. If Xiao Menghan uses her as a shield for some reason, I will not let him off."

She gritted her teeth as she stared at Xuan Peng, who was walking toward the Xiao Yan. She sighed to herself that her son's rival in love was still very strong. Even at this time, he still wouldn't let go and speak harshly to the Xiao family.

Yang Ziying did not rush to follow her and instead called Xiao Yuelin.

At this moment, she was very strong and needed her husband's words to calm her down. However, Xiao Yuelin didn't pick up the phone.

Yang Ziying took a deep breath. She knew that Xiao Yuelin also had a lot to do. He had not slept a wink last night.

Yang Ziying hung up the phone and lowered her head in thought. She felt a lot more at ease.

If Xuan Peng really wanted to uncover the secret of the Xiao family, he probably wouldn't have brought Mo Xiaoxiao here. As long as Xuan Peng valued Mo Xiao, he wouldn't have troubled the Xiao family for the time being.

Xuan Peng had his own unspeakable secrets, and Liang Heyuan was not a good person either. He knew that the twin sisters would add fuel to the fire when they returned.

Furthermore, Liang Heyuan was not a good person either. He did not know where he came from.

Since Xuan Peng had put Jing Xiaoxiao here, Qin Lie felt a bit more at ease.

The lunch was made by Qiu Hong. Her cooking skills were very good. She ate two veggies and had a very satisfying meal. After the meal, Qiu Hong was going to take her to nap.

However, Jing Xiaoxiao slipped out ahead of time and ran to the fountain, staring at it.

"Xiao Yan?" As Xuan Peng walked behind him, he noticed that the look in his eyes had changed. There was an unfathomable glint in her previously sincere and ignorant eyes.

Mo Xiaoxiao looked at the fountain in a daze as if she hadn't heard Xuan Peng's voice.

It was only when Xuan Peng walked in front of her and blocked her line of sight to the fountain that he finally looked at Xuan Peng passively.

She remembered Xuan Peng. She remembered that he was the man she had once loved, and she also remembered that they had become Qiu Hong's foster son. They were siblings now, and what she was looking for was the memory she had missed.

Qiu Hong and Yang Ziying were chatting as they held teacups, when suddenly, a figure of Jing Xiaoxiao appeared in their line of sight, then quickly disappeared.

Yang Ziying was the first to stand up. Something was wrong with her expression. Yang Ziying clenched her teacup tightly, faintly expecting the result she wanted.

"Madam Xiao, did you bring Xiao Budian here to stimulate her memories?" Xuan Peng looked at Yang Ziying and suddenly understood something.

Yang Ziying looked at Xuan Peng and tried her best to remain calm as she asked Xuan Peng, "Don't you want Xiao Ran to remember everything earlier?"

Xuan Peng knew the answer very well in his heart. He remembered that Silent Dye would pull away from him, and he would remember how he had hurt her. Xuan Peng could not face Silent Dye that way.

Qiu Hong didn't really want to either. She was afraid that Jing Xiaoxiao would ask her why she abandoned her little daughter and her helpless husband to go with another man. Qiu Hong's face was also ugly, but she knew this was good for her.

Jing Xiaoxiao had already lost her shadow in front of them, so Xuan Peng chased after her in a hurry. As for the matter of not wanting Jing Xiaoxiao to recover her memories, he avoided it.

In the blurry memory of the study room, a handsome and refined figure was not sitting at the desk, swishing as he signed his name.

The small cactus by the window was still growing. A small flower bud had already appeared.

Quietly, time pulled back to that afternoon. The first thing she saw was him lying unconscious on the ground with a head full of white hair, right here.

He slowly squatted down and touched the ground with his fingers, trying to touch that body.

Xiao Meng Han, Xiao Meng Han, Xiao Meng Han … Countless echoes resounded in her mind. Her body was trembling as she responded to the voices in her head. Who was Xiao Meng Han?

Facing Xuan Peng who had walked into the study, Mo Xiaoxiao raised her head and looked at him with reddened eyes. She asked, "Who is Xiao Meng Han?"

"Xiao Yan." Xuan Peng half knelt on the ground, his fingers trembling as he held her shoulders. He didn't know how to tell her the answer. "What did you remember?"

"Who is Xiao Meng Han?" Tears flowed down from the corners of her eyes. The princess dress she was wearing was a bit awkward. She dirtied a lot of her areas, and her pretty lace cut a lot of areas as well.

Mo Xiaoshan lowered her head and looked at the princess dress she was wearing. The tears in her eyes were even more intense now. What should she remember? How much had she forgotten?

"I'm sorry." Xuan Peng only said three words and fiercely hugged Mo Xiaoxiao.

He didn't know how to explain it to her, who Xiao Meng Han was, and what was even more difficult was how he had hurt her.

Qiu Hong and Yang Ziying only walked to the door. The two of them looked at each other, but neither of them walked in. They looked at each other, and from each other's eyes, they knew that they were thinking the same thing.

That afternoon, he stayed by himself.

She closed the bedroom door and sat alone on the veranda with its wicker chairs. She remembered that afternoon when they were going to the party because Yang Ziying was going to take her as her goddaughter.

Xiao Menghan shamelessly sat on the balcony as he gave her a present.

Narrowing his eyes, Jing Xiaoxiao saw a peerlessly beautiful man walk out from within her line of sight. He wore a noble smile that contained an unbridled pride that would not be tied up by the secular world. He was the only one in the world, a gift from the heavens to her.

A newspaper was quietly lying on the bed behind him. On the front page, there were two hairy figures, one big and one small, followed by a pack of wolves.

Mo Xiaoxiao knew that it was not a wolf, but a Tibetan Mastiff, the dog meat she had once really wanted to eat.

Xiao Menghan and Shao Wandering, her husband and son, were waiting for her.

As the sun was setting, Yang Ziying knocked on the door. She lowered her voice and asked with a heavy tone, "Xiao Yan, do you want to talk to Mom?"