Tang Jinyu, dressed in a light apricot Cheongsam, sat indifferently on the Taishi Chair, casting a fleeting glance at the furious Mrs. Li.
"Mrs. Li, don't be in such a hurry. I'm just reasonably expressing my suspicion. Look, Miss Jiang calculated the birthdays of your husband, your parents, and even your siblings. How could she possibly fail to calculate your son's birthday? In my view, there's only one explanation—the father of the child in Lady He's belly must be someone else."
Not only Mrs. Li, but He Hui's face also turned exceptionally ugly.
She pushed away the person in front of her and strode up to Mrs. Tang.
"Aunt Tang, what do you mean by this? I respect you as my mother-in-law's good friend and have been courteous to you, but you smear my reputation without knowing the facts. Are you trying to embarrass me in front of everyone?"