"Nothing," Mrs. Han came back to her senses and casually changed the subject, "Do you feel like Miss Xia seems very familiar?"
Zhang Mama shook her head, "Not at all, Madam, why would you have such a feeling?"
Mrs. Han didn't speak further, but her heart was filled with doubts.
Han Jingnian, she practically raised him herself; his nature, she knew best. Once Jingnian was set on something, it was for life.
That's why, after An'an's accident, she was so worried about him. Deep down, she really didn't want to introduce any new girls to Jingnian, but as his grandmother, she couldn't ignore her own grandson...
When she had first seen that girl named Xia Wanwan in the office, a mysterious sense of kinship had risen from the depths of her heart, reminiscent of the first time she saw Xia Wan'an... That feeling... a sense that, at first glance, she belonged to the Han Family.
