Mr. Leng suddenly felt like he had aged ten years. What was real, and what was fake? His mind was a jumble, as if filled with glue. He could only rely on instinct to comfort and care for Mrs. Leng.
Mrs. Leng was so furious she felt slightly dizzy. She was sitting on a chair catching her breath while Leng Ning gently rubbed her back. Hearing Qian Rouxuan's words, Mrs. Leng suddenly sprang to her feet, pointing her finger at Qian Rouxuan's nose and yelling, "You despicable woman! I thought you'd changed for the better. Turns out a dog can't stop eating filth—you're still the same!
Speak! Whose child is this? Huh? You actually dare deceive us. Do you have any idea how much discord you've caused between me, Mochen, and Li Si because of you, you miserable woman, and that child?
You shameless wretch! Ugh! Coming from the same family—there are only a few men in the Leng Family. Tell me, whose child is this?"
