When they arrived at the vast mansion, Xing Ling asked, "Where is this?"
"Mom, this is our home!" Haohao looked at his mother strangely.
Xing Ling pursed her lips and didn't say the words 'this is not my home.'
Don't make the quadruplets feel uneasy.
After all, why should the little kids be upset?
Upon entering the hall, a middle-aged man resembling a servant approached, "Mr. Ye, young masters, miss..."
His voice trailed off.
Xing Ling looked at the man's shocked face, seemingly unsurprised.
She could confirm that her face and the quadruplets' mother's face were alike enough to be mistaken for each other.
She didn't bother to explain, since Sihan would take care of it.
"Miss Tang?" Uncle Wen couldn't believe his eyes and finally spoke after a long pause.
Xing Ling thought, oh, the quadruplets' mother's surname is Tang.
"Proceed," Sihan said gravely.
"Yes," Uncle Wen quickly recovered and took another glance at Xing Ling as he turned around.
