"Shen Mei, what do you mean?" Shen Ning asked nervously.
A wicked smile curled at the corner of Shen Mei's lips. "Shen Ning, don't pretend to be clueless. You already know that Ding Ding is your son, right?"
Shen Ning's face turned pale, and then she erupted in anger. "So, you're telling me you snatched my son and claimed him as your own?"
Shen Mei's laughter grew sinister. "So what if I did? What can you do about it?"
A flush of anger crept up on Shen Ning's face. "Shen Mei, I can't believe you would stoop so low. I won't let you get away with this."
"I doubt you'll even have a chance for revenge before you're finished," Shen Mei said, her smile disappearing. "But let me tell you, you should be grateful to me. I raised Ding Ding for you, or else he would've died a long time ago. Back then, I had nothing to do with what happened."
Shen Ning sneered, "Shen Mei, do you think I'll believe that?"