Shi Rusong had just finished his sentence when his complexion changed.
He...
truly had no daughter.
The daughter he had raised with his own hands turned out not to be his after all.
If it had been a case of a baby mix-up, that would have been one thing; they could have made the best of it.
The conspiracy unveiled, the "accident" he believed in was nothing but long-planned vengeance.
How could he act as if nothing had happened?
"Husband..."
Wei Lan tugged at Shi Rusong, her face carrying a touch of concern, "You wouldn't really be thinking of giving Qingqing back to your elder brother, would you?"
Shi Rusong retorted, "If we don't do that, what else can we do? Or do you still want to keep this matter hidden?"
That was clearly impossible.
There are no secrets in this circle.
Even things that happen within a small family could potentially reach the ears of others.
Not to mention, there are so many people enjoying the drama.
It's impossible to keep this matter concealed.
