Ye Shuang, who couldn't understand what Miss Fang meant, left in a haze of confusion. Her simplicity prevailed once more, because she thought to herself, If I cannot understand it, why waste time thinking about it?
Therefore, when she arrived back at the Ye family, Fang Fei's words had already left her mind.
There wasn't anything notable in the next few days. Soon, Thursday morning arrived, and the impressive Brother Ye returned once more to the world.
"My son sure is handsome, then again, that's because he's my son!" Mother Ye prepared a feast for breakfast early in the morning and sat down to enjoy the wonderful view.
Ye Shuang's fingers that held the toast halted in mid-air, and she raised her head despondently. "Mum, if you continue to do this, I'll really think I was adopted."
