“Are you my daughter’s daughter?” Tang’s mother asked, confused by how she addressed her.
“Aunt, please don’t underestimate her. She has been creating publicity with Qizhi before, and now that you’re returning to the country, she definitely wants to use your popularity for attention,” Xie Xue’er said.
Tang’s father looked at her with contempt after hearing Xie Xue’er’s words: “Let’s go.”
Lin Xiaoman was hurt by his gaze.
She opened her mouth, wanting to expose Xie Xue’er’s true nature, but worried about causing distress to the elderly couple, could only watch their figures gradually disappear.
She stood in place with mixed emotions, not caring about the continuous camera flashes or the surrounding gazes.
Suddenly, a piece of clothing covered her.
“Let’s go home,” a low and warm voice spoke.
It was Ji Zhixian.
He held her hand tightly and led her out of the noisy crowd.
Until it became quiet, Lin Xiaoman asked, “How will you explain being photographed like this?”
“I’m protecting my artist. I don’t need to explain,” Ji Zhixian looked at her gently. “Come, I’ll take you to see them.”
Xie Xue’er was sitting with the Tang parents when the doorbell rang. She ran to open the door and saw only Ji Zhixian.
“President Ji, why are you here?” Xie Xue’er was excited, but her smile froze when she saw the person behind Ji Zhixian. “What are you doing here?”
“This has nothing to do with you,” Ji Zhixian said, unceremoniously pulling her out the door.
“Go ahead, talk,” he gently pushed Lin Xiaoman inside and closed the door.
Xie Xue’er, still in shock, desperately knocked on the door.
Hearing the noise, Tang’s mother came downstairs and found Lin Xiaoman instead.
“Why are you here?”
” Tang’s mother looked at the face that was five or six parts similar to her daughter, her tone softening. “We have no relationship anymore. Please leave.”
“Mom,” Lin Xiaoman called softly. “It’s me, Tang Feifei.”
Tang’s mother’s expression changed: “What are you talking about? My daughter died long ago.”
“It’s her.” Tang’s mother came down from upstairs and embraced her tightly, “It’s my child, no doubt!”
