“I heard from the uncle that you were adopted by the Fu family when you were five, and then you went abroad to study when you were seven?”
She was resting on his legs, and the whole person assumed a posture that belonged to him.
Cen Juan stared into her eyes with a low gaze, and gave a gentle hum.
“Then do you want your family?” Tessa asked curiously.
Cen Jing’s breath was a little weak, “I thought about it before, but I didn’t think about it later.”
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