Ming Ge chuckled as she spoke.
"Is it that Miss Jia doesn't care about this child, or... is the child not yours at all?"
She spoke reasonably, enunciating clearly and logically. Where was there a trace of the madness Jia Manyun had mentioned?
Jia Manyun was initially panic-stricken, but then gradually regained her composure.
She even let out a cold laugh.
"Can you doubt the child isn't mine just based on this?"
She thought there might be some solid evidence.
"Oh." Ming Ge's gaze was indifferent. "Of course, this is just a routine inference from the perspective of a mother who loves her child."
Upon hearing this, Jia Manyun felt even more relieved. "So there is no basis at all..."
Before she could finish her sentence, Ming Ge casually interrupted her, flashing a radiant smile, "So, won't Miss Jia please do a paternity test with the child? Wouldn't that serve as proof?"
Jia Manyun, "..."
