Zuo Mufeng thought of how she hadn't eaten lunch yet, and took her to a private farm outside the suburb.
In July, the sunlight was somewhat fierce, with large fluffy clouds randomly floating in the sky.
Lily felt a bit lost, her mind a chaotic mess.
Zuo Mufeng led her into a booth with a great view, facing a large expanse of green farmland.
Under the sun, all kinds of plants were actively absorbing sunlight, vigorously growing.
The fan was swaying left and right; Zuo Mufeng poured her a cup of tea, "Baby, relax, have a sip of tea first."
How could Lily not be nervous?
She took a sip of tea, looked up at Zuo Mufeng, "Do you… do you think I could really be the daughter of the Tang family? Could my last name really be Tang?"
"It's very likely. Aunt Gonglan kept mentioning you when she was sick; there's a connection between a mother and her daughter. Baby, whether or not you are the daughter of the Tang family, don't be scared, I am here, everything will be fine."
