Xia Shuangshuang cried for a while in Xia Zhongyang's arms, gradually calming down.
She lifted her head, wiped her tearful eyes, and suddenly saw Xueqing standing by the carriage.
Xueqing was twisting her handkerchief with both hands, her face noticeably strange.
Xia Shuangshuang's heart suddenly trembled.
She remembered the painting of herself just now in which the birthmark near her navel was nearly identical to the real one on her body.
Normally during her baths, only Xueqing attended to her closely, and only when wiping her body could she see the birthmark so clearly!
Xueqing was standing right behind Xia Shuangshuang when she unfolded the painting; at that moment, Xia Shuangshuang was shocked and furious while Xueqing was panic-stricken!
Xia Shuangshuang gazed sharply at Xueqing and leaned over to whisper in Xia Zhongyang's ear.
As Xia Zhongyang listened, his expression changed, and he abruptly turned around to glare at Xueqing by the carriage.
