Li Mochan's cold eyes swept over them, and the unfamiliar gaze caused everyone's heart to sink to the bottom.
Madam Jiang felt dizzy, barely able to withstand the shock, "Ahan, do you really not recognize us? I'm your grandmother."
She pointed to Jiang Hai and the others, her voice choked, "This is your uncle, your auntie, and your father. Take a good look."
The foreign gaze scanned the crowd, without warmth. Li Mochan shifted his gaze away, got off the bed, and with bare feet, he began to walk outside.
Everyone instinctively stepped aside. Jiang Hai frowned, and in a gentle voice, asked, "Ahan, where are you going?"
Li Mochan acted as if he didn't hear, his steps urgent.
Wei Bei and the others dared not delay and followed closely behind him.
Entering a room and then leaving, one room after another.
Winding around, the group eventually followed Li Mochan to the living room.
