"Grandpa, Uncle, Aunt, Mom and Dad, Grandpa An, Uncle An."

Song Yuli called for help along with Nangong Yu, then sat silently on the sofa to the side.

During this time, Song Yuli noticed that An Shiquan and his son An Mujia kept looking at her with a strange gaze, which left her completely bewildered.

At this moment, Nan Yizhong looked at Song Yuli, then at the An family father and son, and said, "Ayu and his wife are back. You can talk about what you have to say now."

Upon hearing this, An Mujia took a deep breath, exchanged a glance with An Shiquan, and then took out a document from the briefcase next to her and placed it on the table in front of her.

"This is a paternity test report; you can take a look."

Upon hearing the words "paternity test report," Song Yuli subconsciously frowned, a sense of disgust rising in his heart.

Because of the homeless man at the company's annual meeting, Song Yuli now feels inexplicably resistant whenever she hears the words "paternity test report."

Nan Yizhong raised an eyebrow, picked up the report, flipped through it, and asked, "Paternity test? Whose?"

Actually, he already had a guess in his mind, but since the person involved was present, it would be better for them to say it themselves.

An Mujia took another deep breath, looked up at Song Yuli, and then, under Song Yuli's puzzled gaze, slowly said, "This paternity test report is for me and Ali."

As soon as he finished speaking, Nan Yizhong's gaze fell on the words "probability of father-daughter relationship greater than 99.99%", and he raised an eyebrow in surprise.

"You and our Ali?"

Everyone present was very surprised, and Nan Wenhan took the report from his father's hands without any politeness, and then looked at Song Yuli and An Mujia with great surprise.

"Mu Jia, are you sure this is real?"

An Mujia nodded with absolute certainty, looking at Song Yuli with eager eyes: "I personally delivered it for testing, and the person in charge of the testing is also a trusted confidant of mine, so I am absolutely certain of its authenticity!"

Under the spotlight, Song Yuli subconsciously lowered his head and muttered to himself, "It's mine again."

With her cherry lips slightly pursed, Song Yuli's mood was surprisingly calm.

When the report was handed to him, Song Yuli glanced down and unconsciously clenched his fist.

"Greater than 99.99%"

So, she is Uncle An's daughter?

But how could that be? She doesn't look like Uncle An at all.

With her pearly teeth gently biting her lower lip, Song Yuli clenched her hands tighter and tighter.

At this moment, Nangong Yu suddenly reached out and grasped Song Yuli's hand, offering her warmth.

Song Yuli was slightly taken aback, then looked up, smiled at him, and then focused his gaze on An Mujia: "I'm sorry, this news is a bit sudden, I want to be alone for a while."

Although eager to acknowledge her daughter, An Mujia still nodded: "Okay."

...

Song Yuli sat on the bed in a daze. Seeing this, Nangong Yu couldn't help but hug her from behind.

Her gaze gradually focused, and as she inhaled the scent emanating from Nangong Yu, Song Yuli suddenly asked, "Husband, do you think this is true?"

Nangong Yu buried his face in Song Yuli's neck and said in a muffled voice, "Are you talking about your relationship with Uncle An?"

Song Yuli nodded.