It's often said there's a special bond across generations for a reason.
All the resentment in Zheng Zhen dissipated when she saw her two grandchildren.
She lovingly touched the children's cheeks with her fingers. The soft and delicate feel made her heart tremble heavily.
"Mom, you're here..." Wang Miaomiao hurried out from the inner room, frowning slightly as she saw Zheng Zhen's actions, immediately reminding her.
Not knowing her true intentions made Wang Miaomiao uneasy, especially since these were her newborns; she feared any drastic actions that might harm the children.
Wang Miaomiao didn't dare to gamble with her children; she'd rather assume bad intentions first.
Zheng Zhen glanced at her disdainfully, pulling her hand back and saying, "How could you not tell me about something as big as having children? Don't I count as your mother in your eyes?"
In her postpartum period, Wang Miaomiao was disheveled; no wonder Zheng Zhen was disdainful, even she herself felt the same.
