The corner of my mouth twitched as I looked at her.
Biological mother?
If that man heard this, this woman would be screwed.
I stepped back and silently avoided her.
"Madam, you..."
When the woman heard this addressing, she was very excited, "I am your mother!" You were abducted..."
"Do you know how old I was when I went sent to the orphanage?" I smiled and looked at her.
Apparently, she came prepared, "You were three years old. When you got lost, you were wearing a pink dress!"
She said it right.
At least it matched the information from the orphanage.
But it didn't fit my story.
I was five or six years old when I went to the orphanage.
I wasn't 3 years old at that time.
My eyes flickered with sarcasm. But I then quickly exhibited joy and delight, "Are you really? Really my mot
