"Ruan Yang, do you remember me?" Changqing's eyes lit up.
"No, I just thought that you looked familiar." Ruan Yang smiled unconsciously and nodded at Song Chuyi. She then looked at the child in his arms who was sleeping soundly. "He looks a little like his father."
"Yeah." Changqing was unhappy. "He looked more like me when he was born but not as he started growing up."
"Kids are all like that. Actually, it's better if a boy looks more like his father." Ruan Yang handed a thick red pocket towards the child.
Changqing looked at the thickness and knew it was a lot of money. Changqing didn't think that even though Ruan Yang had lost her memories and friendships, her red pocket wasn't any smaller than it would've been before. "Ruan Yang, now that I'm out of confinement, I'll go out and see you frequently."
"Sure." Ruan Yang smiled.
