Zhao Xiaoya was secretly seething inside, but she couldn't help holding on to a sliver of hope for her real dad.
Yet, when she followed her real mom back to the once-familiar home, she couldn't find a trace of familiarity.
"Who are you? Why are you in my house?"
He Tiantian saw the busy little widow in the yard without any surprise.
However, she still had to act shocked and angry.
If it weren't for holding one in her arms and leading another by the hand, she probably would have charged over and grabbed the little widow by the hair.
"..." The little widow was also somewhat surprised to see He Tiantian and her daughters.
However, although it was unexpected, she had long anticipated that this day might come.
The little widow didn't start arguing with He Tiantian right away, instead, she turned and signaled to a little boy about four or five years old with a glance.
The little boy thudded away quickly.
