The Past

When the little girl walked into the room and saw Wu Fengming lying on the bed, a fierce hatred and irrepressible disgust clearly flared in her eyes.

Her gaze turned especially cold.

Wu Fengming couldn't help but freeze when he saw the little girl enter. He stared at her blankly, his expression suddenly turning dazed, and seemed to call out instinctively, "Xiao Wan..."

At his whisper, the little girl's expression immediately turned cold. "You, Wu, have no right to call my mother by her name!"

"Y-you're Xiao Wan's daughter?"

Wu Fengming's expression stiffened when he heard her. He stared at her in shock.

Wu Jiaqi had already been deeply displeased with the little girl, and now she finally couldn't hold back. She stepped forward, glared at her, and snapped, "What do you mean, calling us 'you, Wu' every other word? What have we Wus ever done to you?"

"You used that Curse Technique on my Third Uncle, leaving him unconscious for so long. We haven't even settled the score with you for that, and now you still dare to talk so aggressively?"

Looking at Wu Jiaqi's indignant expression, Ning Wangshu couldn't help saying, "Miss Wu, if I'm not mistaken, she should be your Third Uncle's daughter."

"W-what?!"

Wu Jiaqi was stunned. She looked at the little girl in astonishment, then turned to Wu Fengming, seeming at a loss.

Wu Fengming and Xu Sufen were just as stunned. Then they abruptly looked up at Ning Wangshu. Xu Yingying and Lin Qingzhu beside them did the same.

All of them looked shocked.

"Y-you just said what? You said she... she's my daughter?"

Wu Fengming was completely dumbfounded. His eyes widened, and a tempest was clearly raging in his heart.

Xu Sufen's expression, meanwhile, turned very grim.

She had also heard Wu Fengming