Wen Ru nodded. "No," she said.
The patriarch looked towards Che Huan and Fang Tong. "So Huanhuan and Tongtong, only one of you is the daughter of you and Moting," he said.
As the words fell, the atmosphere in the dining room turned awkward.
The little one sat next to Wen Ru, glanced at Huo Jinnan on the other side, and tugged at Huo Jinnan's sleeve.
Huo Jinnan looked down at the little one.
The little one looked at Fang Tong and asked quietly, "Is that woman claiming to be Grandma's daughter?"
Huo Jinnan grunted affirmatively, lit a cigarette, took a drag, and rested his cigarette-holding slender fingers on the dining table.
The little one glanced at the woman who was laughing confidently and pursed her lips.
Since grandpa's dad asked her to sit next to grandma, does that mean she is truly Grandma's daughter?
The little one looked at the Qin Family patriarch, scowled, and wondered why this old man was so certain that the annoying woman was Grandma's daughter.
