Wang Zhengguo was preparing to leave when he heard Zhao Xiaolan's words, his eyes widened, "You disagree? And what right do you have to disagree?"
"By the fact that I am Erya's birth mother!" Zhao Xiaolan straightened her chest, dusting off the snow clinging to her clothes from a fall. If it weren't for the difficult journey due to the heavy snowfall, which took her two days to navigate, she would have arrived earlier to stop this wedding.
Everyone present inevitably turned to look at Zhang Erya, worried she might be another Wang Xiangmei.
Every action of Wang Xiangmei was still vivid in their memories.
In face of the situation, Erya's expression remained very calm, "I am an orphan."
That one sentence made her stance clear.
Zhao Xiaolan was taken aback at first, but then flew into a rage, "Erya, what nonsense are you spouting? Your mother is alive and well, your father and brother are waiting at home for your return. How dare you say you have no parents? You cursed child!"
