Mrs. Jing looked at Mr. Jing's pretentious demeanor and sneered, "Stop pretending. If it weren't to keep you from being suspicious, Jihan wouldn't have bothered to do the paternity test and leave the delivery address of the Jing Family's old residence. It was all to reassure you. Anyway, I don't need to see this thing. Mianmian and Jihan looked so alike when they were kids. They'd have to be biological children."
Mr. Jing hummed along, "When was I ever suspicious? It's just that I'm getting old and can't remember what Jihan looked like as a child. If I could remember clearly, I would have recognized Mianmian two years ago. Would I need a meddling old woman like you to intervene, and now run to boast in front of me?"
"Exactly, you're almost half a foot in the grave. It's normal for your memory to go bad. If you get dementia one day and drag someone off the street calling them your wife or daughter-in-law, I wouldn't be surprised," Mrs. Jing sneered.
