Yin Meng's limbs instantly turned cold, her body stiffened. She looked up at Mr. Yin, who was still leaning on a cane, watching them with his old eyes...
At that moment, she suddenly remembered that time...
"We are your maternal grandparents."
"Oh... I've seen your photos. Dad showed them to me. You... you're clearly my grandparents."
"What about Dad and Mom?"
"From now on, they will be your Dad and Mom."
"Grandpa..."
"Meng Meng, come up."
Yin Shaohui looked at Yin Meng and said lightly.
Yin Meng swallowed her saliva and slowly went upstairs...
Could Xiao Meng become a second birth mother?
No way... That's impossible, right?
Xiao Meng... is not her vicious biological mother...
She is so kind, so cute... so naive and sweet...
Yin Shaohui raised his hand to stroke her hair, his usually stern expression showing a hint of affection at this moment.
He led her into the study.
