If she didn't know them, why would she only reach out to Xinglan among all the girls at the door, her eyes filled with passion?
Including her son Xu Cheng, everyone looked at Grandmother Xu, hoping she could provide an explanation.
"Yes, Mum, do you know Mrs. Huo?" Aunt Zhou asked. After the children went to school, her in-laws moved to the countryside and didn't like to come to the city. They always returned during the holidays.
Now seeing her so excited, she can definitely confirm that she knows Mrs. Huo.
"I don't know this child, but I knew her grandmother. You probably don't know your grandmother because you don't even know your mother."
Grandmother Xu spoke gently. It had been over twenty years, yet she immediately recognized her good friend's granddaughter.
She truly resembled both her mother and grandmother.
"You are Grandmother Xu. You attended my mother's funeral. We were all too busy then and didn't talk much."
