"Boss." Rui Kun stopped him, "Escaping isn't the solution, you have to face it eventually."
Nan Mufeng fell silent. His body was trembling lightly, and his hands hanging by his sides clenched into fists.
"Boss, I'm sorry. I might disappoint you, but I'm glad I could give you this report as soon as possible."
Nan Mufeng's heart sank as he looked at the two DNA test reports in Rui Kun's hand, the color draining from his face.
"You... have a look!" Rui Kun sighed and handed him the report.
"Are they really not the same person?" Nan Mufeng asked tremblingly, no longer having the courage to even look at the report.
Rui Kun nodded.
He was also puzzled that such similar people turned out to have no blood relation. Was he being narrow-minded? Or was it really a surgically created face?
Which cosmetic surgery institution did it? He wanted to learn from them; maybe he could develop a new business in the future.
