Letting Xiaobao know about the existence of her grandfather should be a matter of course, but if Long Ting asks herself why her grandfather is imprisoned in the secret room, how should she answer?
With Long Ting's IQ, even if he chooses to remain silent and not explain, he should still be able to make a rough guess.
He had already let him witness the dispute between himself and Long Qingtian.
If he were to let him know about Long An's existence again, I'm afraid it would add another layer of complexity to his little mind.
As his biological mother, this outcome was the last thing Luo Xi wanted to see.
She would rather hope that Long Ting could just read the books of sages as he does now and not be disturbed by the disturbances from the outside world.
Everything else is left to you to handle.
When Jing Mohao didn't know life or death, she had to live like a warrior.
Yes, Jing Mohao still doesn’t know whether he will live or die.
Luo Xi lowered her eyes and looked at Long Ting's little face.
If Jing Mohao knew that there was a little kid who looked almost the same as him in the world and was trying to steal women from him, he would probably pass out from anger.
I just don’t know if he will find out one day If Jing Mohao never appears, is there any point in doing all this?
Even if I try my best and risk my life to break out of here, can I still return to Earth?
Can I still return to my original home?
Can I still see the people I miss?
"Mom, you're crying" The cool voice was mixed with some doubts, which disrupted Luo Xi's deep sadness.
She took a deep breath, quickly hid the tears welling up in her eyes, forced a smile, and pinched Long Tiao's face.
"No," Luo Xi blinked, "Does Xiaobao come here to read every day?"
"Yeah."
Long Tiao nodded.
"Mom will be here reading with you every day from now on, okay?"
"good."
Long Ting nodded again.
Luo Xi's smile became warmer and warmer, she touched his little ears, and the calculations in her heart gradually settled.
If he could study with Long Ting every day, he would be able to communicate with Long An every day.
Once he had any plans, he would be able to get the information as soon as possible.
I just hope that as a father, I won’t let myself wait too long
For several days, Luo Xi would accompany Long Ting to the study every day.
Long Ting read quietly, while Luo Xi walked around in the dark room, paying attention to what was going on in the secret room at all times.
It wasn't until the afternoon of the third day that Luo Xi heard the sound of a rock wall shaking, and his heart suddenly moved.
I saw the stone door of the darkroom slowly opening, and Long An's figure appeared in the shadow of the light.
Luo Xi immediately stood up from the chair, walked over in a few steps, and wanted to call out "Dad", but when such a kind word touched her lips and teeth, she felt a little bit obscure.
Although she had been fantasizing about his appearance since she knew her biological father was someone else, and she had already accepted his existence.
After all, he can only be regarded as a stranger who met him once, and because of his inaction for so many years, her mother, her son, and even herself could not escape Long Qingtian's clutches Now that she was asked to call him "Dad" so naturally, she still felt resentful.
He moved his mouth twice and finally asked, "Do you have a plan?"
Long An came over and handed a drawing in his hand to Luo Xi.
"This is a map of Yulong City," he whispered.
"The organization settings and important departments of each room in Yulong City are listed in detail
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