"Okay, I'll do my best."
Cheng Haoming remained dazed and muddle-headed until he saw Su Qiao, at which point he finally came to his senses a little.
Su Qiao took one last look at him, then turned and was about to get into Qi Muhan's car.
"Haoming, the results are—"
Madam Cheng hurried over. She had come because she refused to give up, and also because she had followed her son to collect the paternity test results.
Of course, this time, the test was not between her son Cheng Haoming and the child, but between her husband and that child.
"Why are you here?"
She stared at Su Qiao, who was standing by the car door, feeling as though someone had slapped her hard across the face. She glared angrily at her son. "You told them?"
Cheng Haoming gave a helpless, bitter smile. "Did I even need to?"
Their family's affairs were practically common knowledge by now. Did he really need to explain anything?
Madam Cheng looked at Su Qiao's increasingly exquisite features and increasingly rosy complexion. No matter how she looked at her, she found her displeasing.
Pointing at Su Qiao's neck, she demanded furiously, "Su Qiao, tell me honestly. Did you know about this from the beginning?"
Qi Muhan's gaze turned cold. He took a step forward and was about to speak, but Su Qiao smiled gently and held him back.
"Madam Cheng, what are you asking about?"
"You... You know exactly what I'm talking about. Are you trying to humiliate me?"
Madam Cheng's expression twisted with rage.
Whenever she thought about how she had been made a laughingstock all this time by Su Qiao, the little wretch she had always looked down on, fury blazed within her, and she wished she could slap her hard across the