"Nonsensical rubbish, they are all your dad's children, don't try to drive a wedge between our relationships." Xiang Yazhi's face brimmed with guilt, her voice rising several pitches.
Tang Yue sat there, calm and collected, in stark contrast to Xiang Yazhi's panic, utterly poised and composed as she said, "Whether it is the case or not, isn't something you can just deny out of thin air. Regardless of whose child Lian Qingqing is, I only hope you treat Qingyang better. Qingyang is your biological son, right?"
"No, could it be that you're afraid of having no son and deliberately brought back Qingyang from someone else?" Tang Yue speculated casually.
Xiang Yazhi instinctively denied, "No, Qingyang is my son."
Tang Yue's bright eyes looked at her intently, echoing, "Right, Qingyang is your son, but you don't seem to treat Qingyang at all like your own. If I were you, I'd be very good to Qingyang, and especially not even think of slapping him."
