Xiang Yiran wanted to scream, but suddenly her mouth was stuffed shut.
She watched as her blood was drawn into a tube, tears of pain clouding her vision.
The man in the white coat slightly turned, revealing a woman at his back leisurely smoking a cigarette.
That woman, in her extravagant cheongsam, adorned with gaudy rouge and powder, couldn't hide the cunning brilliance in her eyes.
"Yiran, just bear with it, just drawing some blood for a paternity test. Since you're always unwilling to believe that you're my child, why not let you see the evidence with your own eyes?"
The woman's voice pierced into Xiang Yiran's ears like a venomous snake, her eyes brimming with tears as she bit down on the rag in her mouth.
The needle left her body, and Xiang Yiran struggled frantically!
She had to escape this place; this woman must be a madwoman!
However, her struggles couldn't shake the man holding her down, exhausting her until she was soaked in sweat and utterly drained.