The words Zhang Xiangcao wanted to say got stuck in her throat as she waited for Tang Yuxin's decision.
"My father also suggested that I drink some, perhaps I might be able to become fair?" She touched her face, even though she no longer harbored much hope for becoming fair. After all, she had been dark-skinned all her life, and she had come to terms with it.
"Alright, fine," Zhang Xiangcao was at a loss for words. It's not like she could say that even if she drank it, she wouldn't become fair. Although that was the truth.
She was well aware of how much Tang Zhinian cherished his daughter; she hugged her own child, Sisi, tighter. She thought, 'Tang Zhijun would be the same, right? He would also treat Sisi well, wouldn't he?'
Sisi still had a look of confusion on her face, but she was extremely curious about the little lamb, clenching her small fists and swinging them around from time to time, and her little mouth was frequently breaking into giggles.
