Qin Sheng had been feeling quite unhappy these past few days because of the matter with Mei Fanghua; it was nothing short of a complete mess.
In truth, he did not want to meddle in Mei Fanghua's messy affairs, but he had no choice; after all, there was still old romance.
One couldn't just stand by and watch someone die.
Besides, Qin Sheng felt guilty about the scandals he had created with Mei Fanghua back in the day. Guilt demanded compensation.
However, over the past couple of days, he had heard some unsettling rumors.
Something about Qin Moyan not being his son, Qin Sheng.
At first, Qin Sheng had scoffed at the notion, dismissing it as ridiculous. How could Qin Moyan not be my son? They were so alike! Whether it was their demeanors or temperaments, they were identical, even their talent for cultivation was exceptionally good.
If Qin Moyan was not his son, then whose son could he be?
But the rumor kept spreading, becoming more intense. It was the talk of the streets.
