Why did my mother marry my father as a concubine despite the prominence of the Yan Family?
Thinking about the indifferent attitude of my mother towards me since birth, Zhang Huahan vaguely understood that she must have been unwilling to marry my father.
Otherwise, if they truly liked each other, they wouldn't treat me this way.
While Zhang Huahan was pondering these thoughts, she arrived at Wutong Courtyard.
Looking at Wutong Courtyard, which was even more grand and exquisite than Grandmother's, Zhang Huahan took a deep breath and quickly walked in.
"Aunt An Ran, I've come to pay my respects to my mother!"
Seeing Zhang Huahan coming to greet her yet again, An Ran sighed inwardly, what a good child, but it's a pity...
An Ran collected her thoughts and invited Zhang Huahan inside with a smile.
