"...Xiaoxiao is your daughter, ...your biological daughter." Her throat was choked with bitterness, and she cursed the man in front of her a thousand times in her heart.
His eyes revealed satisfaction: "So everything you said before, about having slept with Jiang Pinhao too, was all a lie to me, huh?"
"Yes, it was all a lie to you."
"So from beginning to end, I'm the only man you've been with, right?" His tone was sticky, his eyes slightly narrowed.
She clenched her fist, her face flushed red with heat, after a while: "Yes."
Only then did he lightly pat her cheek: "That's better."
"Then can you go for a blood test now—" she snapped, unable to care about shame.
At this moment, the door that was slightly ajar suddenly slammed open.
Liang Anya looked over, stunned, her daddy was standing at the door, his face flushed red, clearly having heard the entire conversation between the two.
"Daddy—" She was at a loss for words, not knowing what to say.
