"Still calling me Auntie Shen?" Shen Lanxiao laughed. The more she saw her looking slightly timid, slightly uneasy, like a stray cat just adopted, cautiously approaching its owner with a look of both longing and fear, as if afraid of being abandoned again, the more it tugged at her heartstrings.
If she had the love of her parents, how could she have such a look of both longing and worry?
Yu Zexiao also looked at her. Jian Anning, a little timid, called out, "Mom..."
As soon as she spoke, a sour and bitter feeling surged in her eyes.
