Li Tong stared wide-eyed at Jing Yiren, gritting her teeth. "Jing Yiren!"
"Oh! What a coincidence!" Jing Yiren, holding the child, looked surprised but nonchalant.
Li Tong's trembling hand pointed at Jing Yiren, then at the child in her arms, and then shifted to the man in front of her.
She angrily reprimanded, frothing at the mouth.
"Liar! Jing Yiren! You big fraud! You've already got your own dish, yet you greedily hog someone else's pot! You're shameless, utterly shameless! Disgustingly shameless!"
"..." Jing Yiren didn't understand what Li Tong was raving on about.
Qiuqiu's father, standing nearby, understood. Li Tong was mistaken, thinking he was Jing Yiren's husband and Qiuqiu was their son.
While Lu Ming was the dupe, clueless that his wife had already married and had a child.
He didn't bother explaining much.
Turning around, he calmly told Jing Yiren, "Get in the car!"
"..." Jing Yiren glanced at the shaking Li Tong, then stooped down and climbed into the car.
