"I just picked up Xixi with Michelle from the kindergarten, and now we're at the manor. Didn't you arrange with Michelle to have dinner here tonight? If you're not feeling well, just go home, and I'll head back..."
Michelle's anxious voice came through on the other end of Tong Ruoxin's call. Though faint, Xia Weiyi heard it clearly.
"Is Yiyi sick? Ask her where she is now, I'll go pick her up. Illness shouldn't be delayed; if it worsens, that's not good. You can't always indulge her whims, you spoil her too much..."
Tong Ruoxin snapped back at Michelle, "I'm not spoiling her, should I spoil you instead!"
Listening to their conversation, Xia Weiyi couldn't stop her tears from streaming down...
Is this what it feels like to have parents? To argue fiercely over her small cold?
Even though she didn't know why she'd become Michelle and Tong Ruoxin's daughter, this primal and instinctive family affection flowing through her veins still warmed her heart.
