Ning Xiaochuan paused and said, "The matter of your marriage to Yongyong will have to be publicly announced sooner or later. Now is a good time. Don't worry, at the press conference, I will explain everything in detail, and no one will criticize Yongyong."
His face moved slightly, as if he had a premonition, and he didn't speak anymore, going upstairs.
Ning Xiaochuan looked at his son's departing figure, took out his phone, and dialed his trusted assistant's number: "Is the DNA test result ready?"
The respectful voice of the assistant came from the other side of the phone: "Yes, it's already prepared. It can be used at the press conference in a few days."
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Second floor.
Nie Yixiao pushed open the bedroom door.
He saw Qiao Yongyong sitting on the bed, holding a large plush doll, in a daze, looking somewhat absent-minded, unlike how she usually rushes to him as soon as she sees him.
