Nan Qingqing saw uncertainty in Duan Zhu's eyes and, in a panic, quickly grabbed her hand.
"Mom, you're not believing Nan Yu's nonsense, are you?"
Duan Zhu looked at the hand, raised her head to look at Nan Qingqing, and seeing her face that resembled Nan Yu's by about seventy percent, she felt for the first time that Nan Qingqing seemed like a fake.
Suddenly, she understood why she had never felt a mother-daughter connection with Nan Qingqing before.
But, thinking of their time together, she couldn't help but ask.
"Qingqing, you are a good child, tell me, is what Nan Yu said true?"
Nan Qingqing quickly shook her head, "Mom, she's lying. I am your daughter."
Duan Zhu pointed at Nan Yu, "Then tell me, if she's not my biological daughter, why does she look so much like me when I was young?"
Nan Qingqing was suddenly at a loss for words, her mind went blank, and she kept muttering the same word.
"Me, me, me…"