Fan Guihua was shocked by Yu Jiangqing's gaze, but she still said, "Leader, Ding Ning is really my daughter, my biological daughter. I just don't know if my daughter is back now?"
Yu Jiangqing crossed his legs and tapped his fingers on the table. "Mother?"
These words were full of sarcasm.
"Yes, yes. If you don't believe me, Call Ding Ning. I'm really her mother,"Fan Guihua said anxiously.
Yu Jiangqing stood up and put his hands behind his back, "Seven years ago, I went to Lin City to recruit soldiers and stayed in Lin City for half a year. I don't think I've ever seen you before. Before Ding Ning's grandmother died, she also told me to be Ding Ning's guardian. She was not even eighteen years old, and the word 'mother'was not written in the Guardian column."
Fan Guihua pursed her lips tightly. Upon closer inspection, she did indeed have a hint of Ding Ning.
