Ji Shiting's pupils contracted.
"Impossible," he said coldly.
"I have proof." Ling Yutong took out an identification document from his bag. "This is the paternity test report I just received. Little Zheng is your son!"
There was an uproar.
Ji Shiting sneered.
Was that woman crazy? Was she really going to push the child to him?
"Where did you get the identification materials?" The man asked calmly.
"I know you don't believe me, so I asked Shuhang to get a strand of your hair and pass it to me for appraisal." Ling Yutong looked at him. "You might not believe me, but you should believe Shuhang, right?"
Everyone turned to look at Yu Shuhang.
Ji Shiting glared at him and asked, "Is that so, Shuhang?"
"Yes." Yu Shuhang smiled bitterly. "I asked you to attend today's party because the test showed that you're Little Zheng's father. I think you have the right to know."
