Children with living parents being adopted by those unable to bear children—Wang Guizhen had seen this many times. She had even witnessed rare instances where a few comrades directly handed over their own children to comrades struggling with infertility. As for orphans without parents being adopted, the number was countless. After the Liu Family fostered Liu Yuanyuan for several years and refused to return her, nobody could find fault.
Liu Zhenguo squinted his eyes as he looked at her, making her feel increasingly uneasy inside.
"Old Liu, why are you looking at me like that? Don't you believe my words? You haven't even seen Old Liu, so why do you trust his words so easily?" Wang Guizhen said unhappily, twisting the cap back onto the snow cream she had been using. She didn't want to look at the wrinkles on her face in the mirror—their existence was only a reminder that she was getting older. Unknowingly, she was already fifty.
Liu Zhenguo asked, "Do you think Old Liu is lying?"
