Less than three seconds after Youyou showed his smooth and round little shoulders, Xinluo immediately squatted in front of him and pulled up his shirt.
"It's so cold, don't take off your clothes!"
Xinluo's tone was fierce, but his actions were gentle.
She hurriedly pulled her son's shirt tight, buttoned it up, and put a small sweater on him.
She was still criticizing her son for taking off his clothes without his permission.
Her movements were gentle and graceful, and it was obvious at first glance that she was a mother who loved her son but was also worried that he would catch a cold if he took off his clothes.
"No, no clothes..."
Wan Weiwei suddenly came to her senses and said she didn't believe anything.
"I haven't seen it clearly yet, I haven't seen it clearly yet... Let me take another look, I don't believe it is a birthmark!"
She has acted in so many plays and read so many scripts, but this kind of plot just doesn't make sense.
If Lu Qilin's child really had a birthmark, he would definitely not dare to use this birthmark to bet.
"I don't believe it's a birthmark. I need to take a closer look..."
"What are you looking at? Haven't you seen enough?" Xinluo hugged Youyou like a protective child.
Such a contrast drew unanimous applause from other passers-by.
"That's right. It's so cold. It's easy for children to catch a cold if they take off their clothes. Just now everyone saw clearly that the little boy did have a birthmark on the back of his left shoulder. But this woman said she didn't see it."
"Tsk, what do you mean you didn't see it? It's obvious that you saw it and don't want to admit it."
"Yes, if you ask me, she is a liar, a fake, a knockoff! Any real mother would not let her son take off all his clothes in this kind of weather. She is definitely not a real mother!"
"That's nonsense. Didn't you see that she didn't even remember the birthmark on her son's back? Such an obvious 'V' birthmark. If my son had one, I would definitely not forget it. This guy must be a fake!"
Passersby were talking to each other, and as much sympathy as they had for Wan Weiwei just now, they now felt disgusted with this woman.
These disgusting voices and comments were also recorded in the video and eventually posted online.
Xinluo made sure again and again that Youyou was dressed properly before she led little Youyou to Anan and Dudu.
She whispered softly, "You three stay here and take care of the rest."
"Yeah, come on, Mommy." Dudu shouted a slogan sweetly, in return for a helpless look from Youyou and Anan.
The silly little sister seemed to have no idea what was going on.
Xinluo kissed each of the three darlings on the face before turning around and walking towards Wan Weiwei, who was still being held tightly by two bodyguards.
At this moment, Wan Weiwei was still shouting that she was being set up and asked to see Xiao Youyou's birthmark again.
But at this moment, no passerby would believe her lies.
Xinluo stood in front of this woman who looked extremely similar to herself, and suddenly smiled.
She looked at the fake Tang Xinluo and said calmly, "Actually, I've always been curious about who is pretending to be me. You know, plastic surgery is not something that is easy to endure. What's more, you have to go through dozens or even hundreds of surgeries on your face just to become another person."
Abandoning her original appearance, her original identity, and even changing her vocal cords...
This is equivalent to completely denying oneself, almost making the past self disappear in this matter.
"Ordinary people don't have such perseverance and endurance. Even if it's for money, they won't. So... there are only two reasons that can support you to do this."
Love and hate are the only two reasons that can make people make such a decision.
And obviously, the hatred that this fake Tang Xinluo had for herself was much stronger than the love she had for Lu Yuchen.
"Wan Weiwei... The only person I can think of is you." Xinluo gradually moved closer and lowered her voice and said, "Tell me, am I right, Wan Weiwei?"
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