After Zhong Mengfan regained consciousness, Zhong Minghao and Zheng Silin hadn't spoken a word or even approached to show any concern.
As soon as Zhong Jinghao and Zhong Mengfan's figures had disappeared around the corner of the stairs, the couple exchanged glances.
Then, Zheng Silin couldn't help but speak up, "Nianyao, this is Meng Fan, right?"
Although she asked this, by looking at Meng Fan's arrogant and disdainful demeanor, she was quite certain that she was seeing her own daughter. However, with the comparison to earlier, her feelings were still somewhat complex.
Zhong Nianyao looked at Zheng Silin, raised her eyebrows slightly, and spoke with a smile that was not quite a smile, "Yes, great-aunt, you know best what kind of temperament your own daughter has. Couldn't you tell just now if that was your own daughter or not, or are you saying—"
She paused for a moment, then continued, "Great-aunt, do you prefer the one who occupied Zhong Mengfan's body earlier?"
