"What could it be? Just a bigger crowd of people, that's all! By the way, why hasn't that boy John shown up today?" Zeng Qiuping and his companion had been busy with preparations for the birthday banquet recently—choosing dishes, tasting them, finalizing the menu, and arranging the venue kept them thoroughly occupied.
Mrs. Leng's expression stiffened. "I'll go check if the dishes are ready!"
When it came to John, she didn't even want to bring him up now. Especially since Mr. Leng Sr. had already expressed his stance—she knew she had to hold her temper for Mochen's sake. Besides, she planned to do another paternity test; if John wasn't her grandson, she'd make sure Qian Rouxuan paid dearly…
Zeng Qiuping gave Mrs. Leng's departing figure a complicated look. Although her son had swiftly handled the photo incident yesterday, her heart had been hanging by a thread. If that CD were exposed, it wouldn't be something so easy to sort out.
