Zhuang Rouhui's eyes were filled with contempt, as if she were sizing up two thieves.
Zhang Ying felt a surge of anger which made her stand up straight.
"What nonsense! Yue Qingqing is my daughter and will always be in this life. What right does a bad woman like you, who popped out of nowhere, have to claim kinship without any proof?"
Zhuang Rouhui's face was full of disgust, "Could a vulgar woman like you give birth to a child who topped the whole city in exams? Open your damn eyes and take a good look at how much Yue Qingqing and I resemble each other."
Yue Jiandong, holding his wife, actually did take a good look at Zhuang Rouhui from head to toe.
"Excuse my frankness, but you don't really resemble Qingqing, do you? Our Qingqing is quite pretty."
During this time, due to the torment of nightmares, Zhuang Rouhui had rapidly aged.
