Realization dawned on Jiang Rongrong. After a long while, she seemed to have pulled her scattered consciousness back from the horizon.
"Shen Shanghua… I know you've always been angry at me for being too much to Fanxing. I also know that your heart aches for her and you feel guilty towards her! But you're biased towards her. There should be a limit."
You're already so old. Is it worth it for you to stand up and smear yourself like this for your so-called guilt and compensation? You've been obedient all your life, but in the end, you got yourself into trouble. Is it worth it?
Shen Fanxing shook her head and said, "I've helped you with the company and my family. I've even treated Fanxing excessively, including other things… If I didn't owe you, I wouldn't have indulged you all these years…"
Jiang Rongrong was stunned.
"So… these proofs today are all true. Defan is not your son…"
