Shi Jiayin's lips curled into a cold sneer as she looked at Ning Xia with a face full of provocation and triumph. If Ning Xia dared to shamelessly deny it, she would tear her true face apart—Ning Xia should not even dream of clinging to her mother, let alone try to squeeze into high society.
What was destined to come, would always come...
Compared with the anxiety Ning Xia felt before about confessing to Jiang Mingxia, at this moment she was unusually calm.
She had never intended to hide these things; it was just that she had not expected Shi Jiayin to be the one who brought it up first.
But the truth was not as disgraceful as she described, nor would Ning Xia allow her to humiliate her integrity like this.
Ning Xia swallowed lightly, her eyes steadfastly and indifferently looking at Jiang Mingxia, without any evasion, "Godma, the matter I wanted to tell you about just now is about this. I need to make things clear to you."
