Su Jiu pursed her lips. She could tell that her father was deliberately changing the topic, which meant that something had really happened to Auntie Song.
Rong Si was not so easily fooled. He calmly looked at Su Shengjing. "Uncle, did something happen to my mother?"
A hint of guilt flashed past Su Shengjing's eyes. He laughed dryly. "No, why would anything happen to your mother? Don't think too much."
"Something happened to her." Rong Si's voice was unusually calm, and his tone was full of certainty.
Su Shengjing was speechless.
The brat in front of him looked like a little adult right now. His dark and deep eyes seemed to be able to see through everything, and his gaze was heavy.
Wait, heavy?
Su Shengjing suspected that he was hallucinating.
The kid is a six-year-old child. Where is this pressure coming from?