"What?" Mu Xuemei looked at Li Qianrui, shocked, "Are you saying Little Shuang, she..."
Although Li Xiaoshuang was born to another woman and her own husband, Mu Xuemei did not hate Li Xiaoshuang. Instead, she provided Li Xiaoshuang with a superior material life. She had not expected that beneath Li Xiaoshuang's obedient appearance lurked a malicious heart.
"Xuemei, I'm sorry, it's all my fault," Li Neng sighed, "If it weren't for the mistake I made when I was young, Little Shuang wouldn't exist."
"Ha-ha, Master, do you still think Little Shuang is your daughter?" Uncle Cang said.
"What do you mean?"
"It's very simple, Little Shuang is not your daughter, but my own daughter, Cang Xiaoshuang."
Li Qianrui's gaze flickered, and she understood, "Was that woman arranged by you back then?"
