An Ning didn't speak, just stared at the woman, looking her over carefully.
Her features were a bit similar to her second sister-in-law's.
"Who is it?"
Yin Xuemei's voice carried from inside. A moment later, she came out with her large, pregnant belly and called out happily, "An Ning, perfect timing! I made your favorite Sichuan boiled pork today."
"An Ning, do you know her?"
"Second Sister-in-law."
The words "Second Sister-in-law," combined with the surname An, made the perpetually arrogant woman across from them finally react.
"Oh, my! It seems we're all family here. What a misunderstanding—like family not recognizing their own! I'm Xuemei's older sister. We really are one big family."
"Yin Xuelan, please don't go claiming relations that aren't there."
Yin Xuemei's words made An Ning laugh out loud. She openly gave her a thumbs-up and said, "Second Sister-in-law, impressive!"
"An Ning, you're teasing me."
