Zhu Xiangxiang pointed at Ming Jing and said loudly.
Lin Qing stood in front of Ming Jing, furious and desperate, "Shut up! I won't let you hurt my daughter again!"
"Mom, I know it's hard for you to believe this, but Ming Jing is not your and dad's daughter. Your real daughter has been silenced by her! She is such a ruthless killer, but she pretends to be kind. Has she ever called you mother? No, because in her heart, you are not her real mother at all! Not only you, but the whole Zhu family is just a stepping stone for her."
Lin Qing was stunned, "You... you're talking nonsense. If Ming Jing is not my biological daughter, then who is?"
Zhu Xiangxiang looked at the young girl who had entered with Zhao Xiaohui. Her rural and simple dress was out of place in this high-end and luxurious banquet.
The girl, feeling very uncomfortable, tugged at her cotton jacket. When Zhu Xiangxiang looked at her, she immediately looked up at Zhu Wentao and said with astonishment, "Are you Mr. Zhu?"