Lin Lanfang was also frightened and cursed out loud, "Which son of a b*tch is behind this?"
As she spoke, she noticed the signature at the bottom of the card––Qin Zhen.
"Isn't Qin Zhen a gangster? What are you doing messing around with him?"
Shen Ziqing's face was filled with frustration. "Does it matter? I'm already infected with AIDS, and you're still pursuing this. Are you really my biological mother?"
Lin Lanfang was so angry that her eyes turned red. She slapped her across the face, hating her with all her heart for failing to meet her expectations. "Bastard, how can you be so disappointing! Go pack up. I'll send you abroad immediately."
"I'm not going!"
"It's not up to you. I'll bring you back after a while."
With those words, Lin Lanfang turned around and went upstairs.
Shen Ziqing was holding a belly full of fire as she kicked the antique vase to the ground to vent.