Don't tell me yingluo, your master is here?

Jiang yiran's hand, which was holding the phone, paused. Ever since she found out that she wasn't Yu zhenling's biological daughter, Jiang yiran was afraid that her identity as the Jiang family's young lady would be exposed one day.

Fortunately, with Yu zhenling and the Yu family around, this matter was never exposed.

She had lived like a Prince for so many years, and she really couldn't accept that her biological mother was illiterate and a village woman.

She couldn't imagine how the students around her would look at her when her identity was exposed.

In a place where Yu zhenling couldn't see, Jiang yiran's nails almost pierced her palm.

Her eyelashes drooped, and her expression was very dark, but her voice was as gentle as ever. mom, President Yan's class is very rare ...