Zhou Zhiyan acted as if she had been hurt, leaning into Old Lady Zhou's embrace, "Grandma, that day I really did hold Mocha for a while, but later there was an emergency at the hospital, so I went to work."
"I remember giving Mocha back to my Aunt before I left!"
Zhou Zhiyan blinked her eyes, innocence written all over her face, "According to Auntie, it seems like she's implying that I lost Mocha."
Old Madam Zhou usually spoiled Zhou Zhiyan the most, not only because of Zhou Zhiyan's sweet mouth but also because of her high education, which was a source of pride for the Zhou Family.
Especially when compared to Zhou Yanyan, who was introverted and mediocre in every way.
Zhou Zhiyan was simply like a little angel.
Old Lady Zhou would suspect anyone but Zhou Zhiyan.
Old Lady Zhou caressed Zhou Zhiyan's head with affectionate indulgence, saying dotingly, "Zhiyan, Grandma naturally believes you."
