Niu Xiaoli was held in Yan Ruoxi's arms. She bit her lip, not knowing how to react, but she was secretly relieved and grateful that she had a pair of big eyes just like Su Liuying.
"Uh... ma'am, you're holding me too tight!"
She pretended to struggle a bit, and Yan Ruoxi immediately let go of her, looking into her eyes and murmuring, "Xi'er, Xi'er, I'm your mother!"
"Mother?"
Niu Xiaoli suddenly looked at Yan Ruoxi with a surprised expression, "Is this true? Are you really my mother? I've known since I was little that I was adopted, but over the past twenty years, no one came looking for me. I thought... I thought my parents didn't want me anymore..."
"No! Xi'er, it wasn't like that!"
