Hearing Lin Zirui's question, Chu Ziyang and Candy both looked at Lin Qian in unison.
Lin Qian was slightly startled, reached up to tidy her hair beside her ear, and smiled somewhat awkwardly.
"It's not that I dislike it, it's just a bit hard to accept at the moment, don't worry, kids."
She didn't want her children to know about the grievances of the previous generation, nor did she want to create a disharmonious atmosphere in front of them.
She had already stepped into Mi Qihua's estate, and subconsciously, even if she resisted in her heart, she couldn't deny that Mi Qihua was her biological father.
Although she still harbored some resentment over him abandoning her, perhaps it was fate.
Fate that she would have such life experiences, fate that she would meet Yin Moran in this way, and even have three sons.
In her bones, she was a woman who went with the flow.
Everything was arranged by the heavens, and at least she was content now.