"Got it, Mom." Jiang Youyi's heart warmed at her mother's concern.
"It's good that you know." Mrs. Jiang finally smiled when she heard Jiang Youyi's words.
"Mom, you said that my eldest brother looks like Dad, and Second Sister looks like you. I don't look like anyone. Why? Was I adopted from an orphanage?" Jiang Youyi probed.
"What are you thinking about all day? Before I gave birth to you, I had a son and a daughter. Why would I adopt you?" Mrs. Jiang asked.
"That's true, but why don't I look like you?" Jiang Youyi continued to ask.
"No matter how much you don't look like us, you're still my daughter. I suffered a lot in order to give birth to you! At that time, I was already an old woman. Speaking of which, it's all your father's fault. He said that we were fine at our age, but we didn't take any safety measures and gave birth to a little girl like you." He even smiled at Jiang Youyi.
