Just as Xu Yanxi said, if one did the math, that child would indeed be about the same age as Tan You.
"Trying to get one over on me, are you?" Tan You teased. "Just so you don't get too smug, I have to tell you something a little unpleasant."
Yanxi's expression gradually settled. She stared at Tan You for a few moments. "What bad news? I feel like I've seen enough terrible things. Nothing should be able to get to me anymore."
"Don't be so sure," Tan You said slowly. "Your biological mother, Song Mei… she went to see your dad yesterday."
"What did you say?" The cleaver in Yanxi's hand fell heavily onto the cutting board. In the living room, Sheng Zhou and Jin Xiuyu, who were busy working, both looked over at once. They saw Yanxi's face had hardened, as if she'd just heard some bad news.
Sheng Zhou put down his wrench and walked to the kitchen. "What's wrong? Need my help?"
