The still hot tea spread along Su Wan's legs.
The top Taiping Houkui, which was hard to find in the market, was crumpled and flowed with the spilled hot tea.
Su Wan was wearing a white collar today. She was dressed in a white suit and trousers, and a lot of the spilled hot tea was directly soaked in Su Wan's trousers.
In fact, the heat was astonishing.
However, at this moment, Su Wan seemed to be out of order and couldn't feel it at all.
Su Wan's gaze seemed to be glued to the screen, and her heart was tightly repeating the words on the email.
After verification, he was directly related to the other two.
It turned out that Qiran… was really Jiang Xuecheng's and her son.
Su Wan found it hard to describe how she felt when she heard the news.
It was not that she did not fantasize that Qiran was their biological child.
