In the afternoon, Mu Yan heard Jiang Jingheng say that Zhuang Yi had already returned to Beijing.
She had a vague sense of unease, wondering if Zhuang Yi would bring his family over because of her denial?
She didn't really like this feeling of being forced, but reality left her powerless, and she could only take it one step at a time.
And in fact, the Zhuang Family was indeed stirred up by the news Zhuang Yi brought back.
In the hall, the sofa was crowded with people, including two elderly people, three couples, and then there was Zhuang Yi.
"Yi, you didn't lie to your grandparents, right?" Mrs. Zhuang looked at her grandson with excitement, tears streaming down.
Zhuang Yi sat beside her, held her hand and comforted her, "Grandma, I didn't lie to you, it's really Nuannuan. She looks exactly like Aunt Liang."
Upon hearing this, one of the beautiful women's faces changed instantly.
"What Aunt Liang, isn't your Aunt Liang right here?" An unhappy female voice interjected.
