"Aunt Zhuang," Yun Ya sat down across from her, politely nodding and smiling.
Zhuang Xiyue looked at the delicate and pretty little girl sitting in front of her, whose noble and elegant aura was heartrending. How could such a good girl not be her own daughter?
Zhuang Xiyue once again felt a pang of regret in her heart.
However—
If she couldn't be her daughter, she could be coaxed into becoming her daughter-in-law. Gege liked her so much, and the two were only three months apart in age, which was no problem at all.
As for Yan Song, she had automatically dismissed him. This kid had loner tendencies; he bullied Yun Ya when they were kids, so how could he be tolerated when grown?
Yan Song: ...Is this really my mom?
With a small scheme in mind, she looked at Yun Ya with even more affection and gently asked, "Yun Ya, did you come by yourself?"
Yun Ya shook her head and pointed to a black sedan parked by the roadside, "The driver uncle drove me here."
