In a bar in the Capital City, a beautiful woman was sitting on a sofa, across from her sat a pretty girl.
This girl was none other than Zhao Xiaowen.
"Mom, when did you arrive?" Zhao Xiaowen said with a smile.
Mei Ling looked at Zhao Xiaowen with a somewhat awkward expression: "Xiaowen, I came today to tell you something."
"What is it?" Zhao Xiaowen was briefly stunned.
"About your background." Mei Ling said in a serious tone.
"My background? Haven't you already told me about it?" Zhao Xiaowen was briefly stunned.
Mei Ling gave a bitter laugh: "That was all made up by me. In fact, I'm not your biological mother, and your father is not dead."
"What?" Zhao Xiaowen's face suddenly changed upon hearing Mei Ling's words.
Back then, upon learning that those who had been by her side were not her biological parents, Zhao Xiaowen had already been struck once.
Later, Mei Ling appeared and told her about her background.
