She asked indifferently, "Who are you, and why are you calling my name?"
Mother An clearly hadn't expected her daughter's attitude to be so cold.
She looked at Song Tian sitting coldly in her wheelchair, a hint of haughtiness between her brows, which made her somewhat uneasy.
Clutching the corner of her clothing with her hand, it took Mother An a long time before she finally spoke, "…Tiantian, I am your mom."
She gazed earnestly at this daughter she hadn't seen for sixteen years, her eyes reddening.
"Mom?" Song Tian appeared to be provoked by the word. She sneered, "My mother is the top-tier jewelry designer, Mrs. Bai Baoyin. Who are you, then?"
Mother An, hearing this, thought her daughter was unaware of the mix-up at birth. She explained anxiously, "No…no, you're not the Song's daughter, I am your mom. You and An Qinyu were just switched at the hospital, that's all."
What Song Tian hated the most at that moment was anyone claiming she was not the Song Family's daughter.
