"Both the eldest and the youngest sons are born to Lady Rong, so what difference does it make to Lady Rong?"
Said a bespectacled reporter.
The scene immediately erupted in chaos.
Ding Yu, hearing that everyone called the bastard her son, was so annoyed that she wanted to scream out the truth—that he was not her son. However, she still maintained her sanity, just giving a disdainful cold snort.
...
At this moment, another black car drove up, attracting the noisy reporters.
"It's Young Master Rong Er's fiancée." The reporters with sharp eyes spotted the woman in the car.
Xia Moer flicked her black hair, her movements enchanting. She was wearing a black backless long dress, graceful, with a low neckline that didn't hide her fair skin.
"Miss Xia, you're here to support Young Master Rong Er, aren't you?"
The reporters surged up, surrounding her.