"No way?" Yang Chuxia wailed, but upon reflection, surviving under Old Lady Hua's care and ending up like that really was the norm.
"Look at these two, so fair and delicate, just like Brother An's complexion," Ms. Wang said, handing the soup to Yang Chuxia and then turning to look at the two babies, "They look like Brother An."
"This bastard, I've given birth to his children and he still hasn't come back," Yang Chuxia thought, her mind now fully intent on dealing with Ye Zi'an.
Thus, Ye Zi'an, who was on his way, felt as if he had seen a ghost, always sensing a chill around him.
After she finished the soup, she naively poked one of the babies' cheeks, "You must grow up to look like me, not like your dad, got it?"
Seeing this, Ms. Wang's mouth twitched, can you be any sillier, my girl?
