Chapter 1780 It's Time to Let Go

"After the child got into trouble!" Her voice was more up and down than before. This was the first time that Feisino had seen her with such a big emotional fluctuation in the four years since that incident.

She looked like this, which made Feisino startled again.

"What happened?" He asked tentatively with his eyes narrowed.

"Answer me!" Fang Chixia asked anxiously.

Feisino didn't know what happened to her. If it was something else, he might have lied to her with a white lie after hearing Fang Chixia's tone that seemed to see hope.

However, the matter of the child four years ago was over!

Feisino didn't want her to be entangled in this matter.

"I saw with my own eyes when the doctor took the child out after the rescue was ineffective. Didn't you touch it yourself at that time?" Recalling the situation at that time, Feisino told the truth.

Fang Chixia was like being splashed with a basin of cold water. She froze in place in a daze. The expectation that had just risen was shattered by him again.

He was right. As for the second child, she had touched the child herself at that time.

Although she couldn't see the situation at that time, the child's overly cold body temperature had already explained everything.

Fang Chixia's hand holding the phone drooped unhappily and hung up the phone. Recalling the situation at that time, she didn't come back to her senses for a long time after hanging up the phone.

She was standing on the balcony. From the angle she stood, she could just see the garden downstairs.

Little Milk Bag was teasing Qian Duoduo in the garden. He was usually a gentleman, and his words and deeds were much more graceful than Luo Yibei.

However, sometimes he had some behaviors that didn't even need Luo Yibei to teach him, and he had never seen him do it, but he could be exactly the same as Luo Yibei.

For example, when treating pets.

Qian Duoduo was probably too naughty and provoked Little Milk Bag.

Little Milk Bag was a little angry, raised his little chin proudly, looked at Qian Duoduo very coldly, and then twisted its neck directly and threw it back.

It was a very simple and rough action. Luo Yibei was usually provoked by the cats and dogs at home, and his actions were generally the same, and the two even twisted the body parts of the pets in the same way.

This little milk bag is just a smaller version of Luo Yibei.

Fang Chixia stood upstairs, staring at Xiao Yi below quietly for a long time. When she thought of Feisino's words, she suddenly felt conflicted.

Luo Yibei was also downstairs. He walked out of the living room and saw that the little milk bag seemed a little bored. He and Pei Chengxi led him to the tennis court of the castle.

After the little milk bag went over, he played tennis with Luo Yibei.

The two were side by side, holding the tennis racket, standing, and even running in the same posture.

It's just that one has long legs and runs faster, and the other has short legs and runs slower.

The picture of the little milk bag holding the tennis racket and running with him is particularly cute, and the picture of the two in the same frame is particularly warm.

It's like a copy of the big and small. The facial features are not very similar at present, but when the words and deeds are consistent, it gives people a feeling of being similar.

Fang Chixia stared at the two in a trance.

Downstairs, Little Milk Bag glanced at her on the balcony from the corner of his eyes and waved his little hand at her, "Xia Xia, do you want to come down and join us!"

"No, you guys continue!" Fang Chixia waved at him, but Little Milk Bag insisted, "Come down and help us take pictures!"

Fang Chixia frowned.

Playing tennis and asking someone to take pictures, how narcissistic must one be to do such a thing?