Wei Anning had looked up information and found that the odds of identical twins having different fathers, especially conceived through surrogacy, were infinitesimally small.
Yet that was exactly how she came to be. As unbelievable as it seemed, she had no choice but to accept it.
The sofa beside her caved in, and she was pulled into a warm embrace, surrounded by a comforting presence. She buried her face in his neck to prevent him from seeing her expression, "Leng Youchen, just let me lean on you for a while."
Leng Youchen said nothing, just gently patted her back, knowing she was very upset.
Ever since Wei Anjing had appeared and revealed her origins, Wei Anning felt like there was a fire suppressed inside her. If Mrs. Wei hadn't visited today, she might have continued to keep it bottled up, even if it hurt her internally, rather than let it out.
Who could calmly accept their own unconventional birth after such a series of shocking events?
