Huo Jiajia had a look of "I see through you" on her face, which left An Lan momentarily speechless. This person came over so flamboyantly just to provoke her, thinking that Mumu was her child. She glanced at Mumu, almost unable to resist the urge to look in a mirror to see if they resembled each other.
"Huo Jiajia, don't spout nonsense here."
An Lan leaned her body to the left, shielding Feng Mumu.
The more An Lan did this, the more Huo Jiajia believed she was right and chuckled softly.
"If it's not the case, why the rush? Looking at the child's size, she should be around two or three years old. If I'm not mistaken, during that time, you were still entangled with your ex-boyfriend, even getting kidnapped by him a few times."
Huo Jiajia wanted to say that Feng Mumu was An Lan and Xiao Yihe's child. Whether it was true or not was not important; as long as she could sling mud at An Lan, she was pleased.
