"My mother may be a bit weak, but she's not so stupid that she can't tell the difference between a newborn and a nearly two-year-old baby, right? Even if she can't tell, with so many villagers around, seeing her carry me to work, didn't anyone notice something was off?"
"A one-month-old baby looking like a two-year-old, wouldn't they suspect my mother gave birth to a monster? When I heard I was La Qinyuan's daughter, I thought it was an absurd lie."
Tang Huai shrugged, smiling with a hint of helplessness.
Everyone fell silent.
Tang Huai raised her eyebrows, looking at them.
When Jing Xuan mentioned La Qinyuan, she immediately denied being La Qinyuan's daughter.
La Qinyuan died twenty years ago, and she was brought to her mother only nineteen years ago.
At that time, she was definitely a newborn, less than a week old. Rarely does a newborn a week old not open their eyes.
Her mother told her she only opened her eyes on the third day...
