They really are... identical.
Xinran looked up with a smile and greeted her, "Mengmeng, can I come in?"
Mengmeng?!
Ye Rumeng was taken aback for a moment.
But calling her Mengmeng was better than calling her Mommy.
"Looking for me for something?" Ye Rumeng asked with flickering eyes.
Xinran nodded: "Yeah, can we talk inside?"
To be honest, Ye Rumeng didn't dislike this child. Seeing her, she felt a warmth. She just rejected that feeling of warmth, rejected the fact that she had a child.
"Come in then." Ye Rumeng ultimately couldn't bear to refuse her.
Xinran happily walked in, Ye Rumeng closed the door, turned around, and saw that she was already sitting on the bed.
"What do you want to talk to me about?" Ye Rumeng asked, standing still.
Xinran smiled: "Nothing much, just wanted to chat with you."
"...Chat about what?"
"Do you feel uncomfortable now?" the little girl asked with concern.
"No."
"Does your head hurt?"
"No."
"Have you remembered anything else?"
