Sang Qian felt this way the first time she saw Ji Sangyu too. When Chen Qiurong said that, a bold idea flashed through her mind.
Since Ji Sangyu was the same age as her daughter and they looked so similar, could it be that her son hadn't died, and like her, someone had saved him and taken him to an orphanage, and then the Ji Family had adopted him?
Thinking that this could be a possibility, Sang Qian trembled with excitement. She tried to control her emotions, forced a smile, and answered Chen Qiurong, "Maybe this is fate."
"Can I call you Great Grandma?" Wanwan sat next to Sang Qian, tilting her head as she looked at Chen Qiurong, her round eyes filled with hope.
Chen Qiurong found the exquisitely adorable little doll too cute, her voice softened unconsciously, "Yes, what's your name?"
"My name is Sang Feiwan, Great Grandma, you can call me Wanwan."
"Wanwan, that's a lovely name."
"Thank you, Great Grandma." Wanwan smiled happily, her eyes curving like crescent moons.
