Chapter 370: It's More Satisfying to Slap the Wretch Yourself_1

Claudia Ross's hand, wiping Little An's face, paused, and she turned around with fiery eyes, "Vindy Sladder, don't spout nonsense in front of the child."

"How is it nonsense? Let everyone see, doesn't the child look like President Ji? I truly feel sorry for President Ji. He treats you so well, yet you deceive him and claim a bastard as your son."

Vindy Sladder spoke unhurriedly, appearing cultured, but her words were like spraying manure, stinking up the air.

Luckily there weren't many people around the dessert table; otherwise, her words would have surely drawn a crowd.

Little An, on the verge of tears, protested, "I'm not a bastard, I am Daddy's child."

Claudia Ross wouldn't lose her temper in front of Little An.

She suppressed the rage in her heart, patted Little An's shoulder, and said, "Go sit over there and wait for mommy, mommy will come to you in a bit."