But all of this happened before she knew that Qiao An was that child!
Now, no matter what is said, it's too late.
"Ranran, I... I didn't know before that Qiao An was…"
"Was what?" Qiao Ran glared at her coldly, "Your daughter? Is saying that line really so difficult for you?"
Hen Meixin bit her lip. Regarding the fact that Qiao An was her daughter, at the beginning, she had only felt suspicion in her heart.
There had been no confirmation.
Now, Qiao Ran had suddenly appeared, wielding an incisive blade that tore apart the delusions she had been deceiving herself with.
"Ranran, stop speaking!"
Hen Meixin suddenly became agitated. Her eyes darted around nervously, confirming there was no one around, before she heaved a sigh of relief.
Smack!
Qiao Ran slapped her harshly across the face.
The blow was filled with fury and resentment.
"Ranran, you…" Hen Meixin covered her face, staring at her hand in disbelief.
She dared to strike her?
