The middle-aged man quickly stepped forward and handed the child in his arms to the seated Yun Ran.
"Sir... Sir, the child is yours."
Yu Ou's gaze was fixed on the child, so tightly that the desire to snatch the child almost overflowed.
But Yun Ran completely ignored that burning gaze and reached out to play with the small baby's cheek.
Not to mention, the little face was smooth and tender, and quite bouncy.
"Master Yun, the child is innocent..."
Yu Ou's tension was genuine, fearing that Yun Ran might accidentally squeeze her daughter's neck.
Yun Ran reluctantly withdrew her hand.
There was a 'thud' sound as her knees hit the ground, the kind that could cripple anyone without sturdy bones.
"Master Yun, I truly have no secrets; everything I know, I have shared."
As if fearing Yun Ran's disbelief, Yu Ou took out an oilskin paper hidden in her bosom.
It was densely packed with names.
"These are all the names I discovered and reported..."
