Bai Meiyue was speechless. She had seen countless shameless people, but she had never seen someone as thick-skinned as Bai Yi. This woman actually came to look for her and even said that she was family with her. Who was family with this fake daughter?
However, while Bai Meiyue was filled with disgust, Bai Yi was filled with delight. She was quite happy because she succeeded in making Bai Meiyue disgusted. Turning around, she turned to look at the guards behind her. "Bring in the gifts!"
A second later, the guards started to bring the gifts that the Bai family had packed for Bai Meiyue and her son.
"Some preserved fruits from our greenhouses, silk swaddles and vintage wine. And your son's great-grandmother sends her blessings." Beside Bai Yi, the twenty-two-year-old Bai Murong clutched the small wooden carved box shaped like a sleeping songbird.
