"What did she say?" Shen Yijun's fingers pressed hard onto the teacup, at the same time, thinking of who might have come looking for her.
"She said she's your daughter."
Plank! The teacup on Shen Yijun's hand fell onto the floor. Her fingers could no longer bend, and she turned into a shade of white within seconds.
Her daughter. Her daughter!
"Did she say her name is 'Xia Ruoxin'?" Shen Yijun stood up abruptly and asked with teeth clenched. It was a form of agitation, seemingly steaming from hatred.
"Yes, Madam. She said she is 'Xia Ruoxin'." The nanny retreated a step back. Today, the usual graceful mistress had changed into someone else.
Perhaps, she really had a daughter? If that was true, how could she be that pathetic?
The clothes she was wearing was worse than hers.
"Madam…" Before she could finish, a gust of wind blew past her face. It was Shen Yijun racing down the stairs.
