Every time Manman took care of her, she felt very pleased: Look, you are beneath me.
But Manman always remained quiet. She never knew what Manman was thinking. All she knew was that when Manman took care of her, she would often hold her cold little hands, which felt very warm.
Xu Yu'e never took care of her like Manman did. This fact, she couldn't deny when she thought about it now.
"Mom."
"Hmm?" Xu Yu'e looked at her eagerly, "Tell me!"
"Do you really dislike her?"
Xu Yu'e didn't react at first, but she almost didn't need to ask who her youngest daughter was referring to; she knew it was Manman. Her heart tightened, and she smiled pretending to be confused: "Who are you talking about, so vague."
Her mother was pretending to be dumb. Wen Yuan lowered her eyes.
