Jiang Yi watched as her well-maintained hand rested on the back of her own hand.
She withdrew her hand coldly, filled with disgust.
"What are you doing here?"
Jiang Yi couldn't be bothered with beating around the bush and spoke directly. She wanted to get straight to the point and then leave.
Ji Meishu's expression visibly stiffened for a moment.
She immediately put on a wronged look and said, "Xiao Yi, do you still hate your aunt? Four years ago when your father had the accident, it was I, as his wife, who didn't take good care of him. It's all my fault. But so many years have passed, and look, even your brother has been born. At the end of the day, we are still a family."
As she spoke, she dragged the timid little boy from behind her to the front and pushed him toward Jiang Yi.
The little boy was somewhat afraid when he first saw Jiang Yi.
As Ji Meishu pushed him forward, he resisted even more.
