Mr. Shen sighed, feeling tired after watching the drama unfold for so long.
"What a twist of fate, a truly big surprise." He glanced at Shen Zhou after saying this.
Their eyes met, and they both laughed at the same time.
Madam Shen shook her head: "How could she be Ran Bowen's daughter?"
She really didn't have a good impression of Ran Bowen, and Ming Jing didn't look like his daughter at all from any angle.
But reality is often absurd.
"How much merit has Ran Bowen accumulated to have such a daughter? Bah, he doesn't have any merits to speak of."
"Going home? Do I, a bastard, have a home?"
Ran Tengxiao narrowed his eyes; his gaze suddenly fell on Zhu Xiangxiang: "Just now, it was you who said my little aunt was a bastard, right?"
Zhu Xiangxiang's legs trembled, and she instinctively took a step back, shaking her head desperately: "No...it wasn't me."
Ran Tengxiao stood in the center of the hall, tall and graceful, and said with a slight smile: "Ye Feng."