Old Lady Sheng not only had no recollection of her name but seemed to be seeing her face for the first time as well, giving her a quick once-over with obvious disgust before asking, "What brings you here so early in the morning?"
Fan Tongtong, originally clutching her quilted purse by her side, now grabbed it with her other hand as well. Taking a nervous breath, she hurriedly said, "I, I'm pregnant with Sheng Jing's child."
Having said that, she bowed her head, tense and ashamed, looking completely at a loss.
Based on her reaction alone, she seemed the epitome of innocence and purity, but Old Lady Sheng was not so easily fooled and merely asked, "How old are you this year?"
Fan Tongtong was taken aback, her expression bewildered as she looked up and replied, "Twenty-eight."
Twenty-eight was not considered old in the entertainment industry, but it was certainly not young either.
"How many boyfriends have you had?"
