Transmigration: I Have Storage Space in the Apocalypse

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"So, Qiu Yan Yan still has the nerve to claim that the child is Fan Fengshou’s?"

Yan Jinsu already had a rough idea of the kind of logic this woman, Qiu Yan Yan, had, so this guess wasn’t too far-fetched.

Chen Xiufang laughed, showing her teeth as she nodded, spreading her hands, "Guess she doesn’t even know whose it is?!"

"Poof!" Yan Jinsu had just taken a sip of water and was startled, spraying it out when she heard Sister Fang’s straightforward response.

She coughed twice, wiping the corner of her mouth, and then turned her head to see Chen Xiufang with a shocked expression. Embarrassed, she said:

"Sister Fang, it’s not my fault, you were too blunt, I was a bit taken aback. Plus, none of the water got on you, what’s with that comical expression?"

As if she had done something earth-shattering.

After speaking, Yan Jinsu quickly wiped off the water on her hand and any spills on the table, the embarrassment too much to bear, thankfully no one else besides her and Sister Fang were present.

"Oh... no, just a bit unexpected." She had been calculating for so long and had not seen little Ni’s ’flustered’ expression, yet now, unexpectedly, she witnessed her ’accidentally’ spray water; of course, she was also very surprised!

"It’s still your fault for being so blunt... Does your husband know?!" Yan Jinsu glared at her before continuing to sip her water leisurely.