Ji Meishu, upon seeing the DNA appraisal report in Zhao Li's hand, was stunned for quite a while.
Then, she lifted her head and asked sluggishly, "What, what does this mean?"
Her injured mother, who also served as a nanny, came closer, snatched the report away, and after a quick glance said, "This child isn't Zhao Li's?"
Zhao Li stood opposite with a pale face, looking utterly defeated.
After recovering, Ji Meishu snatched the report back and carefully read it again.
Gradually, the curve at the corner of her mouth became more pronounced.
She finally burst out laughing.
Ji Meishu laughed so wildly, her face full of schadenfreude.
Inwardly, she was ecstatic, though the love between her and Zhao Li had long faded from its sticky sweet phase years ago. Even though she'd long despised Zhao Li as a coward, it didn't mean she could accept his betrayal.
What was Zhao Li! Just a useful dog she kept around.
