As soon as the man finished speaking, the surroundings fell into a dead silence, and the atmosphere suddenly became tense.
Yu Zhao stared at the man's deep black eyes, but his expression not changing at all.
At this moment, she was sure that the man in front of her was the man she had hurt the last time. Those devilish thin lips were the same.
The corners of Yu Zhao's mouth curled up. "I'm the illegitimate daughter of the Yu family."
Xing Lin and Jiang Zhe both looked at her as if they had seen a ghost.
"An illegitimate daughter? This joke is not funny at all," Xing Lin mumbled.
"Who said I was joking with you?" Yu Zhao snorted. "I have never had a father. Yu Yuan only took me home after my mother married into the Yu family."
Xing Lin touched his nose. "Why is it different from the information?"
