Old Madame Jiang heard the whispering discussions around her, her sharp face revealing a mixture of viciousness and triumph.
Intentionally raising her voice to satisfy the curiosity of the gossip-hungry crowd, she pointed at Rong Yan's nose and demanded, "Speak! You, relying on Weiwei's kindness to you as a sister and letting you get away with things, have turned the internet upside down, as if you wished to splash all of the dirty water onto them. Now why are you silent?"
"Rong Yan, with so many people here, I want you to explain clearly, are you pregnant or not? Who's the child you carried behind Mufeng's back five years ago?"
Cold mockery filled Rong Yan's eyes, so deep that she didn't even notice her fingernails digging into the flesh.
She had never imagined that her blood relatives could stoop to such wretched behavior, going so far as to cause such a scene over a role for Rong Weiwei and spouting every word and every letter with the intention of destroying her.