Shi Nuan saw Jian Qingqing's face showing a very peculiar expression.
Fear and panic layered together, completely not matching her status as a wealthy granddaughter, stubbornly insisting on seeing the birthmark on her back.
Shi Nuan was in no mood to argue with her, so she simply turned around and really showed it to her, "Alright alright, if you want to see it, take a look. It's just my birthmark."
Having achieved her goal, Jian Qingqing quieted down, her gaze fixed fiercely on the birthmark, her eyes turning increasingly red.
"Are you sure this is your birthmark, not a tattoo?"
Shi Nuan just thought Jian Qingqing was curious and sneered, "Tattoo? What are you thinking? Can people like us get tattoos? Did a donkey kick your head?"
Jian Qingqing gritted her teeth, her last hope shattered.
How could Shi Nuan have this birthmark?
This was clearly the birthmark of her grandfather's granddaughter who had been trafficked.
