Delicate Mother of a Villain

Looking at the analysis in the email, Xia An frowned slightly.

To be honest, although this set of skin care products was created by her, the real maker was her genius son.

And the genius made this set of skin care products easily.

He was still upgrading it.

Come on, her son couldnt be so powerful!

She would have taken out the space water and given it to scientists to research, but it was too dangerous.

After much deliberation, Xia An decided not to think about it. Anyway, now her product C.H had already made a little fame, and she could make money in the future.

What high-end market, low-end market, she didnt care.

After thinking about this, Xia An was happy and laid on the big bed. She just wanted to return to the United States to her house.

It had been three days since she left the United States to attend Fashion Week in Paris. She and her son had never been separated for such a long time.

It was sad to be separated from her beloved son for such a long time, She was really a little not used to it!

I dont know what Xiaoxing is doing, she whispered softly. Xia An was thinking about calling her son. Just then her cell phone rang.

It should be Xiao Xing! Xia An muttered, rolled over, reached out, and picked up the phone from the stand.

She didnt check the number and answered the phone directly.

From the phone, she heard a man who she thought would not have any contact with her.

Hey

Hey, Xia An, its me

Xia Ans brows frowned hearing his voice from the phone, Fu Xian?

Had it not been for Xia Ans ability to remember, she could never recall who this man was.

Xia Ans tone wasnt too uncertain. The man on the opposite side was obviously a bit lost.

He said quietly,Well, Xia An, its me. You still remember me, its nice

Stop! Dont sound so sour. I want to ask you, how did you know my phone number?

The reason why she just answered the phone without looking at the number just now was because no one knew this phone number except those close to her.

It was a private phone number.

But how did Fu Xian, a stranger, know her personal number?

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Xia Ans question obviously was difficult to answer for Fu Xian. He now knew not only Xia Ans personal number, but also which hotel Xia An was currently living in.

Because he sent a private detective to investigate her.

Of course, he was not the only one investing huge sums in Xia An, but also his wife, Xia Jing.

Taking a deep breath, Fu Xian said quickly, Xia An, I want to talk to you. Lets meet for a while.

Xia An was too lazy to pay attention, she snorted slightly and wanted to hang up.

Huh, Fu Xian, do you think I will still meet you?

Then, Xia An was ready to press the hang up button.

However, before she pressed the hang up button, she heard a cry from the other end of the phone

Wait! Dont hang! I want to talk to you about your son Fu Yu.

After hearing this, Xia An, who had wanted to hang up the phone, suddenly stopped.

In the end, she held it in her ear.

Sorry, I repeat, my sons name is Xia Xingchen, not Fu Yu.

Hearing Xia Ans cold voice, Fu Xian at the other end of the phone clearly noticed her dissatisfaction. He sighed, Sorry, Xia An, I was wrong.

Well, Ill only give you three minutes. If you want to say something, hurry up and say it, I still have things to do.

Xia An was too lazy to listen to Fu Xians apology.

She wanted to hear what he had to say! Related to her good son? What was that?

Fu Xian took a deep breath and told her, I suspect Fu Yu, no, its Xia Xingchen, he may not be your son.

He said that based on what he heard from his own daughter last time. It was also what he wanted.

Although he said that he was not jealous, he still felt that the words revealed by his baby girl were not a joke and were likely to be true.

So, such a sentence, like a seed, took root in his heart.

So much so that he was willing to spend a lot of money to hire the best private detective to investigate what happened between the two women, Xia An and Xia Jinghao, in the past.

However, it was clear that Fu Anqis words caused a huge reaction to Fu Xian, but it did not attract any response when it came to Xia An.

Done? Okay.

Xia An on the other side of the phone didnt even frown, and her expression remained bland.

It was as if Fu Xian was talking about something that had nothing to do with her and was indifferent.

Wait! Xia An, Im not really lying to you, I really doubt it, because my daughter

Seeing Xia Ans reaction was so dull, Fu Xian felt that she must have misunderstood him, and must not have taken the matter seriously.

So Fu Xian desperately wanted to explain to her.

It was just that the only answer to him was

BeepToot

The phone was hung up.

Damn it!

In China, Fu Xian threw his phone to the ground in anger.

In Paris, Xia An, threw the phone onto the bed in a very elegant manner.

Xia An Xia Xingchen may not be your son

Although Fu Xians words did not have any substantial impact on Xia An, she also recorded it in her mind.

When she was lying on the bed, her mind recalled the word Fu Xian had said to her.

Hehe Xiaoxing is not my son? Xia An murmured softly in the bed with a mocking smile appearing on her lips.

He was not her biological son.

I not really .

So, if Xia Xingchen was Xia Ans son or not, did it matter?

It had nothing to do with her!

Whether it was true or not, it had no effect on her.

Anyway, she regarded Xia Xingchen as her son, and so he was her son!

Thinking about this, Xia An even put Fu Xians words behind her back.

Lying on the bed for a while, Xia An had ordered something to eat, but her phone rang again.

Because of Fu Xian, Xia An took a serious look at the phone number this time.

After seeing the name on the mobile phone screen, she answered the call in a happy mood.