Han Xianglan wished she could slap herself twice.
Sometimes she truly hated her own nature, yet she couldn't control it.
She couldn't even control herself from saying what she wanted to say.
She said, "Qiao Qingyu, do you think you are my daughter?"
Qiao Qingyu was shaken, her eyes widening suddenly, her hands clenched tightly at her sides, her heart uncontrollably pounding.
Had the person standing opposite her not been Han Xianglan, she wouldn't have cared, not even if it were Qiao Zhicai.
But this person was Han Xianglan, the biological mother of this body, the one who had given birth to Qiao Qingyu and raised her.
They say a mother knows her daughter best!
And they speak of a mother-daughter connection.
Admit it?
Definitely, it was not to be admitted!
At worst, she would never return to the Qiao Family Team again.
But was that really okay?
