The real mother

Shen Manting smiled awkwardly and uttered, "Mrs. He..."

That familiar voice...

Mrs. He stared at Shen Manting incredulously for a long time and stuttered, "Come in, Miss."

"Miss"...

That title sounded grating to her ears!

Shen Manting didn't know what to feel at the moment. She bit her lip and followed Shen Luo'an inside.

Aunt Zhang was cradling the infant and coaxing him gently. She was surprised to see Mrs. He walk in with an unknown woman trailing behind Shen Luo'an. She asked casually, "Who is this?"

"The child's mother," Shen Luo'an answered in a low voice. His tone was rather dismissive.

Aunt Zhang's eyelid twitched. She couldn't help taking a second glance at Shen Manting.

Wasn't the child's mother dead?

How could she be dead when she, a living, breathing woman, was standing right before their very eyes?

But she did not dare to wonder aloud. All she did was nod politely in greeting.