Daohua's words struck like a thunderbolt from a clear sky, leaving everyone in the Yan Family reeling with shock.
Madam Sun gazed at Yan Zhiyuan, her face a picture of disbelief, and pleaded, "Head of the family, what mistress? What child of a mistress? Is Yiyi talking nonsense, right?"
Yan Zhiyuan couldn't bring himself to look at Madam Sun and turned his head away.
Seeing his reaction, Madam Sun's chest felt like it had been ruthlessly pounded by a sharp weapon, and just as she was about to turn and question Daohua, she caught a glimpse of the young boy standing beside Yan Zhiyuan out of the corner of her eye.
Looking at the boy, whose features bore a striking resemblance to Yan Zhiyuan's, Madam Sun broke down.