Shen Tianming jolted, and as he looked into his wife's sharp eyes, beads of sweat instantly formed on his forehead.
Shen Lu squatted on the ground, tearing up her own photos into shreds.
Wracking his brain, a spark of thought crossed Shen Tianming's mind, and he quickly said, "It's a nurse."
Madame Shen snorted coldly. "A nurse? What nurse?"
"Weilan thought you were sick. She found a nurse for you and had me make arrangements," Shen Tianming explained as he looked at his wife. "I said you weren't sick, but she insisted you were."
Upon hearing this, Madame Shen immediately cursed, "That little wench is simply too wicked. How could I have given birth to a child like her?"
Shen Tianming eyed his wife, fearing another fight would break out. If Weilan let the secret slip, it would cause chaos. He could only explain, "Actually, she just didn't grow up by our side and isn't as close to us."
"I am only close to Lulu," said Madame Shen. "Shen Weilan is not my daughter."
