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She looked around. After getting used to the large mall with numerous supermarkets, it was her first time in such a primitive marketplace. In the late 70s and early 80s, the country was still very backward. Even the items in the mall were one of a kind and there were not many styles to choose from. But for people nowadays, this was considered fashionable.

But one had to obey the rules if they were to survive here. To be too radical was not beautiful, it was a death wish.

She turned her face away, but her small mouth involuntarily pursed. Her eyes, dark to the bottom, turned cool, like a slight breeze blowing in March that carried no warmth, only coldness.

Not too far, a man was holding a two or three-year-old child, picking out clothes. The little girl kept rejecting his choices, yet the man kept on coaxing her. Apparently, the woman had said something to the little girl that calmed her down. The man then placed the little girl on the counter, and the woman took a pair of shoes to put on the child.

They were truly a sweet family of three. However, the woman’s face was all too familiar, sharing an uncanny resemblance with hers.

What are you looking at? Tang Zhinian placed his large hand on his daughter’s small face. Following his daughter’s gaze, his expression soon mirrored Tang Yuxin’s.

He blocked his daughter’s eyes with his hand and lifted her into his arms with the other hand.

His palm was warm yet extremely rough, causing Tang Yuxin’s skin to feel slightly raw.

At that moment, Sang Zhilan felt two unfriendly gazes intermittently looking her way. She turned her head subconsciously and upon seeing Tang Zhinian and his daughter, her face changed instantly, showing signs of distress and mainly awkwardness.

“Mommy, can you hold me?”

Wei Jiani reached out her little hand for her mother to hold. If Sang Zhilan didn’t pick her up, she would cry.

Both were daughters but since Tang Yuxin hadn’t yet turned one year old, he was the one who raised her. Comparing both his daughters, the difference was evident even in little details.

Sang Zhilan loved Wei Jiani. To Sang Zhilan, Tang Yuxin might be just someone else’s daughter.

At that moment, Tang Zhinian’s eyes became like sharp knives as he stared at Sang Zhilan fiercely. He then picked up his bag and strode out. It was impossible for him to ever forgive Sang Zhilan in this life.

However, he abruptly stopped, as if realizing something, causing his face to become even more unpleasant.

“Yuxin, how did you know about having a younger sister?”

Tang Zhinian asked his daughter. The girl who was just in Sang Zhilan’s arms and had just referred to Sang Zhilan as her mother, looked surprisingly like Sang Zhilan. He then remembered how Sang Zhilan had disappeared for more than a year when Yuxin was just a few months old. Could it be possible…?

Tang Yuxin also clenched her dress, realizing that Tang Zhinian was starting to suspect something.

She lowered her eyes, deliberately speaking in a childish voice, “Mommy said the clothes were for Uncle’s little sister. She said the little sister was very pitiful and had no mother. But, Daddy, where is Uncle’s little sister?”

Tang Zhinian held his daughter a little tighter, “Xinxin, did you see your mom just now?”

Tang Yuxin shook her head, “I don’t know. Xinxin doesn’t remember Mommy. The auntie just now looked like Mommy, but she’s not Mommy because the auntie has her own child.”