Jiang Zhe picked up a cup of tea. His hands, which seemed to be made of purple clay, were as clean as jade. He took a sip of tea and smiled at her. "What? Am I not your biological uncle anymore?"
"Mr. Jiang, what kind of joke is this?" Ling Sheng forced herself to smile as she started to think about what she had done when she had gotten drunk. She should not have said anything inappropriate to him!
"Sit." Jiang Zhe could not help but smile. He was acting stupid as he pointed at the seat opposite him. Upon seeing her sit down, he passed her a cup of tea. "I told your father that you've been living with me."
Ling Sheng took a sip of tea and nearly spat it out. She covered her mouth and forced herself to swallow it. She then choked and started coughing violently. She pounded her chest and looked at the man opposite her with a flushed face. "You… You… You know everything?"
