Su Xiaomeng poured the tea, set it in front of Ma Xingchang, and gave him a little smile. "I'm not very good at making tea. My Dad's the one who's good at it."
"Thank you."
Su Xiaomeng folded her hands, leisurely watching the three kids squished side by side in the little wicker chairs next to them. The two boys were both expressionless like they had facial paralysis; Shuangshuang's face at least had some expression on it, but it was stiff and awkward.
After sweeping her gaze over her own kids, Su Xiaomeng let her eyes land on Ma Siyuan.
"Little Ma? You don't remember Auntie anymore?"
Ma Siyuan didn't look at her. He just said lightly, "I remember."
His tone was very cold.
"Then… is it that you don't remember Shuangshuang and Huang Huang?"
As soon as Su Xiaomeng asked this, Shuangshuang shifted her attention to Ma Siyuan over there, as if she was also waiting to hear how he'd answer.
The result…
"I don't remember."
said Ma Siyuan.
