Tang Chuxia gasped.
She looked at Madam Tang in surprise.
If she was the sister, then what was the deal with the twin sister who passed away early?
Madam Tang sighed, took Tang Chuxia by the hand, and sat down, "Yang Yingjie wasn't referring to the twin sister you're thinking of, but to you and Tang Wanqiu."
Tang Chuxia looked up at Tang Jianjun, who slapped his thigh, "I get it now, Yang Yingjie means Xiaxia is younger than that woman from the Yang Family, and all these years she's just been using the sister's name?!"
Madam Tang nodded.
Tang Chuxia: …
Hmph!
And here I thought it was something serious!
Why is everyone making such a big deal out of it?
But what Madam Tang said next made Tang Chuxia's heart, which had just relaxed, tense up again.
The order of things really did have profound meaning, and she could understand why the great-uncle and Yang Yingjie always emphasized that she was the younger sister.
