"He once saved my dad," the little boy's face darkened: "But my dad is still gone."
"How do you know?" Looking at the little boy, it's obvious he hasn't met Luo Shufan.
Anyone who has met Luo Shufan would know just by looking at Luo Qianqian that the two must be related by blood; only, Luo Qianqian's features are softer.
"Just through phone calls, but I've burned all traces. You can verify with your brother; my dad's name is Anton Moxius." The boy's expression was completely natural.
Luo Qianqian's mouth dropped open, her face full of disbelief.
Anton Moxius? That renowned, promise-keeping arms dealer? Or the world's largest arms dealer? It defies logic; she's never heard that this man has a son, and if he died, it should have shocked the world, but there's clearly no reaction? News outlets haven't reported anything.
"Then why isn't it in the news..." Luo Qianqian furrowed her brows, as if she were convinced the boy was hiding something.
