"What?" Jiang Huifang was so angry that she wanted to slap Hou Yingyi twice. "My daughter is still on the operating table. It's unknown whether she's dead or alive. You can actually still think of doing a paternity test first? Do you still have a conscience?"
"Conscience?" Hou Yingyi smiled cynically. "What about you? Do you still have a conscience? If you hadn't lied to Wei Xiaoqing to get her to open the door, she wouldn't be lying on the operating table right now. You, her own mother, didn't ask the doctor if she was still alive or already dead, and you wanted to blame me first?"
It was only now that Jiang Huifang remembered that she only cared about the little boy and had actually forgotten about Wei Xiaoqing.
She blushed, but still stubbornly said, "Didn't I do that because I care about your Hou Family's child?"
Hou Yingyi pushed Jiang Huifang's hand away and turned away coldly. "I still don't know if he's a child of the Hou Family!"
