"Sister, what are you talking about? Didn't you make a lot of noise at the door that day, and the news was so slow? This is Sister Wanrou's child."
"Bah! I naturally know that this child is Wan Rou's!"
An Lingshan glared at her and said coldly, "Who is the child's father?"
Originally An Rushuang still had some doubts in her heart, but now seeing her ask these words so fiercely, her heart suddenly opened up.
It seems that An Lingshan regarded this child as a hindrance. Does she think that this child is Zhu Han?
An Rushuang raised her eyebrows, thinking in her heart that she saved a lot of trouble.
Thinking like this, she said slowly: "I don't know."
"How can you not know!"
An Lingshan clenched her fists and stared at her: "You and Wan Rou are almost eating and living together, how can you not know who the child is?!"
She didn't believe it in her heart, but another small voice said in her heart-what An Rushuang said may be true.
After all, An Rushuang was not in the mansion at the time.
"I really don't know."
An Rushuang smiled bitterly: "I couldn't take care of myself at that time. After I came back, she was already pregnant. How do I know who the child is..."
An Lingshan forced her to ask: "Did she never tell you anything?"
She didn't believe that the two were facing each other day and night, and An Rushuang didn't even know the child's father at all.
She must be deceiving herself.
But if the child's father is an ordinary person, why would she cheat herself?
There is only one reason, it must be the identity of this child's father, which is unusual.
An Rushuang was silent for a moment, but looked outside the door slowly and said: "I have never mentioned it before, but only occasionally talked about myself. I only feel that my identity is like him. If I ask again, I won't mention it again. And..."
She let out a long sigh.
"Furthermore, before she went, she grabbed me and told me not to let the child find his father."
With that said, An Rushuang raised his head to look at An Lingshan coldly, and said in a deep voice: "An Lingshan, I don't know why you want to know the identity of this child, now I tell you clearly, The child is now my home, and the deceased has passed away. I will say this today, and please never bother about it."
An Lingshan was taken aback for a moment, but a mocking smile bloomed on her face, and she disdainfully said: "If it is really a lowly girl movie, I naturally don't want to hear it, but you don't think the doubts about this little girl, Is it too much?"
An Rushuang said: "I don't know what you are talking about. She is just a child."
"Sister, I think you regret it!"
This didn't seem to be a question at all, but An Lingshan's determined thoughts. She approached An Rushuang with a bit of disgust on her face.
"You said at the beginning that you didn't want to marry your Highness, but you just saw that I was pregnant and didn't want to be a side concubine! But now, you Yunying is not married, but you want to hold a child of unknown origin in your hand. Here, huh... who are you trying to kidnap? Second Highness, or me?!"
Her voice suddenly rose, but before An Rushuang could reply, her hands fell on An Rushuang's legs again, slowly exerting force.
The pain hit, An Rushuang didn't avoid it, but looked at her coldly.
And An Lingshan exhausted her strength, looked at An Rushuang with a mocking smile in her eyes, and couldn't help but giggled.
"Let's see, you are a waste now, even if you hold the child in your hand, you will never be a queen!"