Imagining him saying this with an upright expression on his face, Song Yuan hurriedly corrected him. “No, no, Mom likes this unexpected accident. But in the future, it’s better to put your own opinion first. Then, have fun. I’ll pick you up later.”

Not long after hanging up, there was a knock on the door. She looked through the peephole, and it was her mom and dad standing at the door!

A few minutes later, the three people were sitting in the living room. Their gazes flitted to each other and fixed themselves onto the electronic report on the coffee table. The atmosphere was eerily silent.

After what was probably a few hours to process, Song Haiping and Chen Jinling both looked as though they had seen through the impurities of life3, neither joyful nor sorrowful.

After having a grandson who transmigrated from ancient times suddenly drop in out of nowhere, it seemed that they could accept any strange occurrence, no matter how strange it was.

“Yuanyuan, your mom and I talked on our way here.”

Song Haiping broke the silence first. “Now, let’s talk about my and your mom’s opinion. First, go to the institution and see if there is any possibility of an error. You don’t need to show up for this; your mom and I will go. Regardless of whether this thing is real or fake, we suggest you don’t have any more contact with him. If it’s true, you should treat it as though it never happened, and don’t let Mr. Xie know. There’s no need to stay in B City anymore, so let’s go back. Although the medical and educational conditions there aren’t as good as in B City, we can be at ease there. We can’t afford to offend these families, and we can’t afford to hide. Let’s go home.”

He and his wife thought about the long term. No matter what happened, once they confirmed the authenticity of the paternity test, they would leave B City.

Although he still hadn’t figured out the relation between the Xie crown prince and Rong Ting’s Emperor Father, one thing was clear. It was fine if Rong Ting’s Emperor Father had a connection with the Xie family. The most the Xie family would do if they found out was snatch Rong Ting. If they weren’t related, if Crown Prince Xie was a fake, they didn’t want to take this thieves’ ship! Cut off, cut off relations! Wouldn’t they become cannon fodder once it was revealed?

Chen Linjing nodded, clearly agreeing with Song Haiping’s opinion.

Song Yuan was anxious and doubtful. Of the entire world, these two were the two who were genuinely good to her and would never harm her.

She understood the stakes, and after thinking it through, she whispered, “Okay.”

As for Rong Ting, she would think of another way.

Just at that moment, there was a knock on the door. Song Yuan nearly jumped in fright. Ever since she saw the electronic report this morning, her heart felt like a roller coaster; she honestly couldn’t stand any frights. She hadn’t been like this when Rong Ting had transmigrated to find her…

She got up and approached the door. She carefully peeked through the peephole and saw that the person standing at the door was Rong Heng. She stepped back in shock and looked towards the living room at her parents. “He, he’s here, that Mr. Xie came!”

Should they pretend the house was vacant? But he could see the light in the house through the bottom of the door?

How did he know she lived here?

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