Ye Chuyi listened for a while, her brows slightly furrowed.
She raised her hand and knocked on the door. When the crying and quarreling inside abruptly stopped, she pushed the door open and entered.
In the living room, there were four people.
Of the four, three were familiar to Ye Chuyi: Ye Zhengrong, Madam Ye, and their son Ye Ziran.
The fourth person, she had not met before. However, she had seen her photograph.
Although the person before her was much frailer and paler than the one in the photograph, one could still make out their similarity in features.
Upon seeing Ye Chuyi, Ye Ziran spoke first, "Alright, the replacement is here; no more need for arguing."
A glint of light flashed in Madam Ye's eyes, "Chuyi, you're here. Come over, let me introduce you. This is my daughter, Ye Shuangyin."
Ye Chuyi looked at the girl in her arms and nodded, "Miss Ye, it's nice to meet you."
