Song Yi weakly shook her head: "You take the child and leave, I'll distract them."
"What nonsense, eat quickly!" Tian Xingyun, displeased, forcefully stuffed a fruit into Song Yi's hand.
"My body...you've seen it, I can't go far." Song Yi hugged her child tightly, unable to bear the thought of parting with him.
How much she wanted to watch him grow up...
"Don't talk about useless things! You haven't knelt before grandma and confessed your mistake yet, don't even think about getting off!" Tian Xingyun snapped through gritted teeth.
"Tian Xingyun... I originally planned to take this secret to the grave, but..."
"What is it?"
"My child... isn't Shaohua's!" Song Yi glanced at her son, gathered her courage, and told Tian Xingyun.
Tian Xingyun blinked, her entire body frozen. What did Song Yi just say?
The child she gave birth to isn't Shaohua's? Then whose is it?
This was simply too absurd!
