I transmigrated and got a husband and a son!

"This is so good."

Heaven sat on the armchair, resting her legs over the other, arms folded under her chest. Her eyes were fixed on Andrea Ng on the long couch. The latter was gobbling up the food she requested from Heaven, eating as if this was her first meal... or maybe her last.

"Right..." Andrea Ng, with a mouth full of food, raised her head to the other person across from her. "That guy also has this strange, dirty beard. Like a thick one that covers half of his face."

"Like this?"

"Make it thicker."

"Alright."

Heaven watched Andrea eat while telling the description of the man. She glanced at the sketch of the man across from her, sighing as she thought the man looked different.

"Like this?" the man doing the sketch raised it in front of the convict.

Andrea chewed, narrowing her eyes as she studied the sketch. "Hmm... something is wrong. He doesn’t look like that. This guy seems like an old man."

"Andrew Song." This time, Heaven broke her silence.

The moment her voice caressed Andrea’s ears, the latter froze. Andrea slowly turned her head to Heaven, only to see Heaven’s stony countenance.