Walking with heavy steps toward Xia Molan, Fu Lingfeng glanced from the corner of his eye at the doctor and vaguely understood what she meant.
Fu Lingfeng's cold expression softened slightly as he called out, "Mom."
"Lingfeng, your timing couldn't be better," said Xia Molan, her confidence bolstered by his return. She grabbed her son's arm with one hand and pointed at Gu Nanqiao with the other, "She was tangled up with some stranger at the bar, and reporters captured it on camera, making the headlines. When I confronted her, she refused to admit it, even though Nanny Tong was there!"
"Nanny Tong, is what my mother said true?" Fu Lingfeng knew these two women were always at odds, so he took Xia Molan's words with a grain of salt, always listening to just half of what she said.
Nanny Tong looked at him, then at Gu Nanqiao, hesitating before she said, "Young master..."
Her hesitant attitude clearly confirmed what Xia Molan had said.