This "auntie," and "big sister," almost made Shangguan Yanran burst into laughter.
However, Lin Wan'er smiled at Lin Zhenghui, her classmate from the iron brotherhood, and said, "She says she's your real mother, do you believe her?"
"Real mother?" Han Yue'er's gaze fell upon the woman before her, who was dressed in luxurious, elegant attire, her aura noble and imposing, with a celestial beauty that was truly exceptional—a young matron in her prime.
It was hard to believe that this woman of celestial beauty and exceptional charm was already a mother.
Uninformed onlookers might even mistake her for a woman in her early thirties.
"Brother, your mom is the chairwoman of Lin Corporation, a top-100 entrepreneur in the world. It's not out of the question that your cousin Lin Fugui recognized your identity and had people try to kill you," Ye Zhiqiu pressed forward to say.
"Xue'er, she is your mom's secretary and also your 'little honey,' isn't that cool?" Song Shaojun said with a grin.
