"What?" Yan Luoxi found the reason utterly absurd. Even if the president put a paternity test in front of her, she wouldn't acknowledge this convenient father. Why were both military and police watching her, and how could it relate to him?
"Luoxi, think carefully about what's happened lately. Consider your mother's identity and the grievances from thirty years ago, and you'll understand why you're being implicated." Fu Lun watched her quietly, only mentioning a few key points, but they chilled Yan Luoxi to the bone.
She wasn't stupid. Previously, she felt that what she knew was just the tip of the iceberg. Now, with Fu Lun's reminder, she connected everything, including what Xue Changkong had told her.
It was akin to a common saying: carrying something beautiful makes you a target. With the president's blood flowing in her veins, she couldn't just be an outsider.
"Do you mean their target is the president?"
