Phillip, Ann Is My Daughter

Phillip pursed his lips and silently stared at Melinda.

He spoke only when Melinda started to smile with embarrassment.

"Just passing by."

Melinda didn't want to embarrass herself in front of everyone, so she could only accept his random excuse.

Melinda took Phillip's hand and went to her exclusive dressing room.

"Phillip, why do you want to see me today?"

Phillip took out a recording pen and pressed the play button in front of Melinda with a deep gaze.

Melinda heard the intermittent conversation inside, while her well-maintained face turned grim.

She raised her eyes to look at Phillip in disbelief.

"Are you stalking your biological mother?"

Phillip did not admit it, nor did he deny it.

He looked at Melinda with his deep eyes. His voice was low and there was a hint of pressure.

"You are my mother. I respect you, but I have already said that you can not get your hands on Ann!"