Yueyao looked at the little girl standing in front of her, her figure as tall as Kexin's, with a face that bore a forty or fifty percent resemblance.
The little girl made a bow towards Yueyao: "Greetings, Mother."
Kexin, observing the sudden appearance of this little girl, could maintain her composure at first, but upon hearing the girl call Yueyao mother, she bluntly asked, "Who are you?" Surely, this person harbors ill intentions.
Yueyao knew what was happening, but the problem was that Kexin was present, making it difficult to explain to her! If not explained well, Kexin could easily let her imagination run wild.
