The Imposter's Daughter

Xia Ji's face was pale and so were his lips. He staggered forward. "Dad…"

"No! No, I don't accept it!" Old Madam Xia finally reacted and shouted crazily. The proud expression on her face instantly turned to shock and anger. She roared in the lobby without caring about her image.

Her expression was vicious, making her old face even more terrifying. She opened her mouth and shouted, "No! These designs belong to Xia Ji. That b*tch is already dead, so why bother putting her name there? This honor belongs to Xia Ji. If the name on those designs is changed to Xia Yunqiu's name, what will Xia Ji do? How will he raise his head in the future? Xia Cheng! Are you going to watch us die?"

Luo Qing's gaze landed on her as he sneered. His sneer was not loud, but it scared everyone.