Ye Xinyan wanted to cry but had no tears. What was this all about? Was this really her mother? Could a mother speak this way about her own daughter? When had she ever lost control of herself? Even if Madam Yin was pleased with Jiang Yifan and wanted him as her son-in-law, he was still an outsider, wasn't he? After all, he could never be closer to her than her own daughter.
"Mother, am I really your own flesh and blood?" Ye Xinyan asked unhappily, her complexion truly turning a bit green.
Hearing the dissatisfaction in Ye Xinyan's tone, Madam Yin hurriedly comforted her with a smile, "Oh my, my daughter, who else could I have but you?" She was patting her back and smoothing her hair, trying to appease her.
"Aunt, aunt, you have me too, I'll be filial to Aunt when I grow up." Nanny Huang lifted the curtain and scurried in, bustling about energetically.
