Leng Ning didn't believe it and pressed further, "Which friend?"
"Why do you need to know so much? You don't know them! Just eat!" Mrs. Leng snapped impatiently, glaring at her. Why was she digging into it so relentlessly? While her tone was firm, deep down, she felt uneasy.
Then, in a much gentler voice, she said to John, "John, this is your aunt." Her ability to change her demeanor so quickly was remarkable.
"Aunt!" John looked at Leng Ning cautiously, seeming a little scared.
Not understanding why Qian Rouxuan's child was suddenly in her house, and even calling her "Aunt," Leng Ning completely lost her temper. "Mom, what on earth are you doing? I've seen this kid before—he's the child of that bitch Qian Rouxuan! How could you bring him to our home? What if my sister-in-law finds out? What will she think?"
