Murong Mian glanced at Mrs. Jones. The mockery in her eyes made her feel uneasy.
Madam Jones had been planning this scene for a few days. She felt that there were no flaws, so she asked Murong cuiting to bring her people over.
She looked at Murong cuiting and immediately scolded her,""Murong Mian, don't try to deny it. I have concrete evidence on my side. You're just a bastard child, but you've been the eldest young master of the Murong family for so many years. This is a disgrace to our family."
Compared to Murong cuiting's righteous indignation, Murong Mian played it down, as if she didn't take this matter seriously at all. He said sarcastically,"A DNA test? A piece of paper. It should be easy to fake, right? If little aunt wants to see evidence that you're not my father's biological sister, I can get as many copies as I want. "