"β¦" After a few moments of silence, Jiang Xi almost sneered, but his eyes flashed with horror. "Wang Chuqing, are you crazy?
Do you know what you're saying? "
His hands were clenched into fists under his sleeves. He felt dizzy and dizzy, as if a mountain had cracked in his head.
"What does he have to do with me?"
Although Jiang Xi's attitude was firm, Madam Wang's words had already turned him from shock to fear, from fear to suspicion, and from suspicion to anger. All these years, he had thought that he was independent and had no relatives in this world. Son?
At this time, she was telling him that Xue Meng was his son?
This was simply β¦ absurd!
Madam Wang endured the blood in her throat and gasped. She seemed to feel humiliated, but still insisted, "Junior Martial Brother, you know very well what happened back then.
I won't lie to you about Meng 'er's relationship with you. "