"Junior Sister..."
"What a cute little thing." Ye Qingxian furrowed her brows, suppressing the stir in her heart. "She looks a little like I did when I was little."
She gave her assessment.
I forced an awkward laugh as I tucked Yangyang's head back inside.
Her lack of sense was such a pain. I was practically itching to give her a beating.
"Don't all little kids look like this?" I tried to brush it off.
No one could read the emotions in Ye Qingxian's eyes. She seemed to think I had a point and nodded in agreement. "They do share some traits when they're cute."
Seeing that Ye Qingxian didn't seem to suspect anything, I finally managed to get through it and gradually relaxed.
"Is this the daughter you gave birth to?"
"What's her name?"
A faint stir still lingered in Ye Qingxian's heart.
She nonchalantly looked away and took a sip of bitter tea.
Seeing that the young woman wasn't looking at her anymore, the little one's mouth instantly drooped, but she was sensible enough not to cry again.
Mom seemed to have gotten angry just now.
She couldn't shout "Mommy" at everyone she saw, much less do anything unusual around Ye Qingxian.
It was something she'd been taught while she was still in the womb.
She knew who Ye Qingxian was.
But she also knew who had given birth to her.
She couldn't make Mom angry again.
"Yangyang. That's her nickname. Isn't it lovely?" When I talked about my daughter, a smile touched my eyes and brows.
Seeing that the little one had tucked her head back in, I patted my daughter's back.
Ye Qingxian chuckled. "She looks like I did as a child, so we must be fated. Why not let her call me godmother?"
At that,