An Yin thought for a while, with an extremely serious expression, "Mother's words can never be wrong."
"Haha..." Meng Heming laughed heartily, "Your mother is a blessed person!"
Meng Heming looked at the little girl's obedient demeanor and genuinely praised her from the bottom of his heart.
Blessed?
An Yin's expression gradually grew gloomy upon hearing those words.
Meng Heming's attention was fully on her, so he naturally didn't miss any of her expressions, "What's wrong?" Could it be that something he said struck a nerve? Meng Heming wondered to himself.
"My mother is not as...," An Yin paused, "blessed as you say."
"Why do you say that?" Meng Heming became interested.
The little girl looked innocent and adorable, giving off the impression that she was raised with great care from a young age. Furthermore, the little girl showed great reliance on her mother, which suggested her family must be very warm.
