Lu Mingzhen frowned, "What did you say?"
Lan Yuyi rushed in, crying, "Lingche, are you trying to drive me to death by revealing these things? I don't care if I die, but what about the child? He's still so young, how is he supposed to face the gossip outside?"
Hearing the commotion, Madam Lu also hurriedly came out of the bedroom, "Lingche, you can't reveal the truth about the child!"
Lu Lingche glanced at the three people, each with their own agenda, a trace of mockery in his tone, "Why can't the child's truth be revealed? He is my brother's son after all. Didn't you all always favor my brother and loved him? Why hide the fact that the child is his?"
Lan Yuyi lowered her head, silent.
After all, Madam Lu was probably more anxious than her. With Madam Lu taking the lead, she didn't need to fight for the child.