"Ah, you dead child, you've finally come back." Madam Rong pounded Rong Yan forcefully.
Well! That blow scattered Rong Yan's emotions in an instant.
She cried and laughed, indeed, this familiar technique, this familiar formula... there was no doubt it was her own mother.
You see, her patrician father from a wealthy family, her own mother, on the other hand, was like the true daughter from those tales of genuine and counterfeit rich heirs, raised from childhood in the common streets.
Her parents' story was the classic romance of a rich girl from a humble background and a nobleman... Only a pity that their love did not last forever.
"What's there to cry about; I'm not dead, but your dad's about to kick the bucket, hurry inside..." Her tone wasn't nice, but her hand was earnestly honest.
She had already taken the two large parcels from Rong Yan.
Rong Yan was quite looking forward to seeing her dad, would it be that dad?
Her steps quickened, but after only two or three steps,
