"Aunt Xiaoling, what is that look on your face?" Yang Xin asked with a smile, noting the shift of her expression when Shuyu didn't take an interest in her grandson.
She had arrived with such enthusiasm, but after being rejected, her disappointment and anger belied her initial warmth.
"What are you talking about? Stop your nonsense." The old lady, also known as Aunt Xiaoling, glared at Yang Xin. How could she say such a thing that stirred up dissension between her and Shuyu?
Seeing Aunt Xiaoling forcing a smile, Wei Shuyu merely offered a faint chuckle, saying nothing more.
"Shuyu, I heard that you and Huo Sui are considering adopting a child. What do you think about my grandson?"
Another old lady came over with a chubby little boy, a fawning smile on her face.
They were about to strike it rich.
If Huo Sui and Wei Shuyu adopted her grandson, she would have endless wealth in her future.
