Qiao An was unusually silent.
Her silence was unlike her.
Ji Qingxin's words, too, were not without reason.
To be safe, it was better to do a paternity test to set one's mind at ease.
Ji Zhicheng looked towards Qiao An, waiting for her to take a stance.
Everyone's gaze was on her, yet she remained silent throughout.
With an expressionless face, her beautiful eyes showed a chill, like the glaciers atop snow-covered peaks.
They emitted a bone-chilling coldness.
"Qiao An, are you scared?" Ji Qingxin provocatively spoke.
"Scared?" Qiao An curled her lips into a sneering smile, "What is there for me to be afraid of?"
It's just about verifying the paternity.
Mu Jingxi took over the conversation, "She will do the paternity test. But,"
his tone shifted, and his eyes became piercingly cold, "a press conference must also be held immediately to clear Qiao An's name."
This incident had blown up so big, the President himself couldn't possibly be unaware of it.
