Rich Mommy's Talented Sons

"Why don't you know?" Mu Cheng was finally able to look at her for a moment, and then, said while pretending. Oh, I really forgot until you reminded me. Your mother was missing for outside, but she did die in a car accident. "

"How can you treat my mother like this? She's your little sister!" Diwu Yue shook his head in disbelief, as he questioned Mu Cheng with tears all over his face.

"Sister? I am not even from the Mu Family. " The moment Mu Cheng said those words, Mu Zhengnan's face suddenly became extremely ugly, and then he laughed bitterly.

So that's how it was!

"Which elder is that man in black whom Kamal has rented?"

"You really do know something." Mu Cheng's maniacal smile became more and more sinister.

Mu Zhengnan watched all of this happen and sighed helplessly. Let go of me, Orange. "

"Don't call me that." She hated being called hypocritical the most. She had robbed her mother, making it so that they would not recognize each other. She hated this life. She hated not knowing who her own father was. She hated that she didn't even know her own surname.

"Orange."

"I told you not to call me that. Don't call me that." Mu Cheng's emotions were a bit out of control, and he hid into the midst of the crowd in fright, timidly watching the hysterical roaring Mu Cheng.

"You're not my father, you're just a bastard who stole someone else's wife." Those scarlet eyes were filled with intense hatred. Those cowardly people were so scared that they dodged to the side.

Mu Zhengnan frowned, no one did not know what he was thinking.

"Is that man from the Kamal tribe your father?" Yao Ling's weak voice came over.

When she looked at Mu Cheng's gentle eyes, she saw that his body had slightly trembled at that moment.

The voice that was as calm as water did not care about Mu Cheng's reaction and continued. That person probably came to find you before, so you became like this, right? "

Mu Cheng's eyes narrowed into slits, revealing a dangerous aura everywhere.

Seeing her like this, Yao Ling knew that he guessed right, "Did he say that you are his daughter?"

"So what?" "He's my father, not the person who killed my mother."

She pointed at Mu Zhengnan, her better features twisted in anger.

"Your father is Mu Zhengnan. "Not that man. If you don't believe me, I can believe in science." Yao Ling glanced at Diwu Yue, and Diwu Yue immediately understood. She whispered something into her son's ears, and then saw Di Wu Kong, accompanied by her two brothers, walk up the stairs.

Not long later, he came down with his backpack. He sat back at his seat and took out a precise apparatus from the inside. He put everything on the table and took out a syringe.

"Old witch, I want to draw some blood." He walked to Mu Cheng's side and spoke with a serious expression.

As Mu Cheng sat on the chair, her heart was a little conflicted, and she was a little afraid. If what Yao Ling said was true, then why did she hate the Mu Family so much all these years for making her do this?