Tang Wenyi was like a python that was spitting venom. She completely ignored her image and held her stomach as she laughed hysterically. It was clearly summer, but it made the young Lu Ming feel like he had fallen into an icehouse!
Zhang Wenfang couldn't care less. She just looked at her with a pale face and begged, "My son… My son hasn't had a full meal in a long time. Please, let me see Lu Yaohua! On account of our past relationship as husband and wife, save his son! Little Ming still has his blood in him!"
"Pa!" A red mark was left on Zhang Wenfang's right cheek.
Tang Wenyi slowly retracted her delicate hand and said coldly, "How can you call Yaohua by his name!? Besides, my Yaohua won't have a beggar son! It's hard to say if this bastard is his or not. Oh right! You must have cheated on him and given birth to him, right?"
