Looking at the few people with their own hearts from afar, in addition to being disgusting, Tang Wan only felt funny.

She stood in a corner of the group of reporters and watched coldly as "she" with tears in her eyes took out a DNA paternity test report.

"She" straightened her arms and held them forward, allowing the reporters to keep filming.

After the shutter sound fell one after another, "she" turned her head to look at Tang Guolin standing to her left.

"Everyone has seen the paternity test report just now, and this report was made by me and Mr. Tang Guolin's hair, so it turns out that I am the real Tang Wan, and Mr. Tang Guolin is my biological father."

"In other words, the one who clamored and contradicted me on the Internet before was the fake Tang Wan who had plastic surgery to look like me."

"Before, I was ignorant, thinking that I had got the best love in the world, but I was confused for a while, and I chose to cut off the relationship with the Tang family and pounce on love."

"But love is short-lived after all, when I was most hurt and frustrated, it was still my family, my parents accepted me unreservedly, let me re-realize the importance of family affection, and also moved me."

"So I declare, I'm going to restore and Don - ah——!"

Before Song Qinya's words were finished, she suddenly turned into a scream of pain.

In the next second, a small stone rolled to the ground, and after a few turns, it stopped.

However, Song Qinya's forehead swelled up to the naked eye, and she made a small bag.

"Who! Who threw it! Song Qinya jumped to her feet angrily and shouted out regardless of it.

The image at this time, coupled with the bag on the forehead, is very funny.

Tang Wan really couldn't stand it.

Although she knew that it was Song Qinya, she was still facing her face after all.

She didn't want her funny appearance to be seen by the melon-eating masses across the country, so she quickly stood up.

Tang Wan cleared her throat, took the microphone that Gu Nanshao had prepared in advance, and spit out three words slowly but very clearly in a mocking tone.

"I threw it."

As soon as her voice came out, almost all eyes fell on her.

For a while, the "click" sound of the flash light sounded again and again.

"Are you ......" Song Qinya's accusation only stopped with two words, and her voice stopped abruptly.

Because her gaze crossed the group of reporters, she finally saw who the person who threw her stone was.

Even if Tang Wan wore a small pair of sunglasses that covered half of her face, years of understanding were enough for her to recognize this person as Tang Wan at a glance.

Song Qinya's expression was momentarily unnatural, but it quickly returned to normal.

She ignored the swollen bag on her forehead, clasped her arms in her hands, and looked at Tang Wan's mocking smile.

"It's you, Mao-"

She wanted to have a preconceived idea and make reporters think that it was the fake Tang Wan who threw the stones.

She sells it miserably again, pretending to be a perfect image of a saint, and I believe that these reporters will be even more convinced that she is real.

But before the point of these words was finished, and the plan could not be launched, it was covered by the sound coming from the microphone in Tang Wan's hand.

"Song Qinya, although I used to know that you liked acting, why hasn't your acting improved at all after so many years?"

"Our 'good girlfriends' for so many years, you know me, and you know that what I hate most is those knockoffs, high imitations."

"Now such a big copycat is standing in front of me, you say that my hand is a little disobedient, and I can't help but want to teach the master a good lesson."