The good news for Tang Huai was bad news for Yang Hongxing.
Yang Hongxing thought of Tang Ying, her face changed, and she glared at Tang Huai: "What did you do to Tang Ying?"
"Tang Ying? She's happily getting along with Grandma Jing right now. What I want to tell you is that I found the first son my parents had."
Yang Hongxing's face turned pale as soon as she heard this.
"The child you swapped with the midwife back then, I found him. He is living well, his family is wealthy, but I won't thank you. Your selfishness made my mother suffer humiliation, being scolded as a worthless woman who couldn't give birth to a son. Yang Hongxing, today, you will pay for what you did."
"That boy is actually still alive?" Yang Hongxing couldn't believe it. Didn't the midwife say he wouldn't live long and to throw him away?
