Lian Qingyang's words were pronounced clearly, one by one, and Xiang Yazhi could understand every single word. Yet when pieced together, they left Xiang Yazhi confused.
Xiang Yazhi stared blankly at Lian Qingyang and murmured, "Impossible, that woman only gave birth to a daughter. How could she possibly have had a son as well? How could they be twins?"
"You're deceiving me."
Xiang Yazhi's expression suddenly turned agitated. She grabbed Lian Qingyang's clothes tightly and asked in disbelief, "Lian Qingyang, explain it clearly, what is going on?"
Xiang Yazhi was extremely agitated, her hands even trembling from the excitement, and her voice quivered as she spoke. The shock in her eyes seemed as if she had just heard the most impossible thing in the world.
"I am the son of Lian He and Zhang Hualian, and I am a twin with Tang Yue," Lian Qingyang said, word by word.
"Impossible."
