My Real Daughter...

"Eh, alright."

Aunt Wu watched the young miss go upstairs.

She felt that after the young miss lost her memory, she seemed to have changed.

Even Madam felt strange. It was not easy for her to get her back. Normally, no matter how busy Madam was with work, she would definitely stay at home and accompany Miss to enjoy this rare mother-daughter night, but today…

She tilted her head foolishly. She didn't understand what was going on with her masters.

The small phone in her pocket vibrated. She took it out and saw that it was a WeChat message.

"Have you had dinner yet?"

"I made too much fried rice…"

Aunt Wu sneaked a glance out of the window and smiled sweetly. The window in that direction was facing the kitchen next door.

She could almost smell the fragrant fried rice.

..

The original owner returned to the room and looked around. To her, this was a completely unfamiliar room.