"Isn't this so?! Grandpa, are you certain that she's the woman you seek?"
His face had darkened by now. Inspecting her pale face, he taunted further, "Properly look yourself. Between her and that woman you cherished then, where is the resemblance?"
Mu Wanrou looked at the apathy on the man's face, and her heart quickly plummeted.
Reading people's emotions was her forte.
Just a glance, and she knew that this man had lost his patience with her!
When those words entered the old man's ears, his eyes shifted from his grandson on to her.
The explicit suspicion in his eyes greatly shocked her. She took a step back subconsciously, crumpled her dress in her hand, and breathed feebly and helplessly, "Grandpa…"
Her innocuous, doe eyes pulled him back to reality, and he vehemently denied, "Impossible! She is definitely Qingcheng's daughter."
The maternity test results were conclusive of her blood ties with Mu Qingcheng.
