Qin Anran watched the scene before her with lingering fear—
The big screen at the birthday feast venue, which was supposed to show a VLOG of the Zhao Family's children and grandchildren sending blessings to the old birthday star, had turned into a "live broadcast."
In a small storage room, Zhao Qingming and a middle-aged woman in her forties or fifties were having a wicked quarrel.
The focus wasn't on the quarrel or being secretly filmed, nor was it the woman's significantly mismatched age with Zhao Qingming, but rather—
"Oh my God! Is this... isn't this Zhao Qingming's mother?"
"The Zhao Family is too messy, right? A biological son with his real mother, tsk!"
"What mess? Obviously, the Zhao Family has been set up!"
"Set up? It takes two to tango! I think they don't seem drugged, more like a 'genuine display of affection'!"
"No, I don't think Zhao Qingming seems right. It's like he's on drugs!"
