"Murong Xiaoxiao's child isn't mine." Xie Tai raised his hand to rub his forehead.
"What?" The old madam of the Xie Family couldn't help but exclaim, "What did you say?"
"Murong Xiaoxiao's child isn't mine." Xie Tai chuckled bitterly, "She was merely coveting our family's legendary medicinal jade. That time, I never even touched her."
"You mean..." The old madam of the Xie Family wasn't just a typical housewife either; she was a woman of courage and strategy. Otherwise, she wouldn't have supported her son in managing the vast Xie Estate so well after her husband's passing. Later, when her son could handle everything on his own, she began to enjoy a leisurely life. So, her son's words made her instantly understand the stakes involved, but she found it hard to believe, as that was the grandson she had cherished for five months.
