"What?"
"I'm Mother's daughter."
Ye Ranxing had never encountered anyone so ridiculous before.
Why ask such a stupid question? Asking whose daughter she was?
Was this woman crazy? Who else could she be?
If she wasn't Mother's daughter, whose daughter could she possibly be?
A sliver of hope still lingered in Cai Die's heart. She unfolded the slip of paper with the address written on it and handed it to the little girl, who barely reached her waist. "Take a look at the address here... The mother you just mentioned—is she the homeowner, Ye Xiaoyao?"
Ye Ranxing's tone grew more and more impatient.
"Who are you, anyway?" She wasn't stupid. She'd already told this woman everything in one go.
What was this woman doing?
Checking her family records, or gathering intelligence?
Cai Die took out a small photograph. Though it had been restored with the Cultivation World's technology, it still bore the unmistakable look of an earlier, more primitive age. "I'm Su Cai Die, the older sister Ye Xiaoyao chose for herself. Little girl, take a look at the people in this photo. The older one is me. Isn't the younger one your mother?"
Ye Ranxing rolled her eyes, her tone fierce toward anyone and everyone. "No, Auntie. Who are you calling 'little girl'?"
"Can't you call me Fallen Angel Lord?"
She pretended to look away, sneaking a glance at the photo from the corner of her eye.
The next second, she was on high alert.
Something was wrong. Who... exactly was this woman?
How did she have a picture of Mother as a child?
She couldn't be mistaken—the photo showed that signature pink-and-white hair, those adorable, storybook eyes, and the little face that even in childhood had already hinted at the beauty carved by a divine hand. Who else