Zhao Mengmeng was also twenty-two, just like herself. If there was an additional child in the family, would they be raised as a younger sibling or as a son or daughter?
"Actually, it's not bad, you know, having an additional brother or sister could be quite nice," Song Weiyi consoled.
"What's not bad? If it had been ten years earlier, then maybe, but how old am I now? Those two old fools, they are truly detestable."
Zhao Mengmeng was still a bundle of rage speaking about it, her demeanor no different from when she had exploded at Song Weiyi earlier.
"If your uncle and aunt heard you say that, I guess..."
Zhao Mengmeng let out a cold laugh, "Am I afraid of them hearing? It's not like it's something that can't be heard."
Looking at her, Zhao Mengmeng clearly did not accept the potential new brother or sister. Song Weiyi somewhat understood her feelings since after all, the age difference was too great, and it was normal not to accept it.
