"You think these are the flowers from Sisi? Su Hongxing, have you forgotten? Sisi passed away a month ago," Sheng Yalun subtly guided.
"I spoke too hastily just now, and misspoke. What I meant to say was that Ye Qilan also used to like sending me apricot blossoms, so whenever I see them, I feel a special warmth," Su Hongxing deflected along with Sheng Yalun's words.
She belatedly realized that Age had arrived and that Fu Yan had also rushed over, still holding the child.
So many people had come to visit her; it couldn't be because Qiao Qiao had run her mouth and thought she'd gone mad, could it?
Su Hongxing was especially fond of the male baby Fu Yan was raising, and it seemed the child liked her too.
She barely reached out to the baby when the little guy started smiling with his mouth wide open, incredibly adorable.
However, Fu Yan felt that Su Hongxing was not normal, he felt uneasy handing over the child to her and was reluctant to let go.
