Jiang Shuyao hesitated slightly.
She pursed her lips and said softly, "I believe."
No mother in the world does not love her child, and godmother is no exception.
Why else would she endure such hardships on her return from abroad?
Pei Yan could not help but snort at the girl's sureness.
Look, Lin Zhen really had some kind of magic, making it seem like the whole world would believe whatever she said.
Except for him.
No one knew that woman better than him, with her gentle appearance that always hid selfishness and indifference at its core.
She was as regal as a quiet orchid, yet more deadly than a poppy.
Otherwise, his infatuated and deluded father wouldn't have arranged the best hotel suite for Lin Zhen when he found out she was coming back to the country to visit graves.
Chairman Pei, once it involved his ex-wife, could even pause all his current affairs.
