"What daughter?" Zhou Ting was still basking in the envy of her neighbors, her mind somewhat unable to snap back to reality, she blurted out the question.
"Your daughter, Xia Weiwei, you were just talking to them, weren't you?"
Zhou Ting instinctively turned to look for the now disappeared Ferrari, then turned back to stare at her neighbor.
She didn't speak, only her face grew paler and paler.
Had it not been for the neighbor mentioning Xia Weiwei's name, she would have truly forgotten—did she really have a daughter?!
The neighbor didn't notice Zhou Ting's change in demeanor and kept talking to herself, "Honestly, you're really fortunate, married to President Xu, and your daughter has such an outstanding boyfriend, who generously bought this piece of land to save your old house from being demolished. Zhou Ting, I really don't know what good deeds you did in your past life to deserve such fortune."
