New sister?
Did she mean—another daughter?
Their eyes darted to Wang Xiao.
Wang Xueying and Wang Mei, who had long interrogated these two demonic little daughters, had already unearthed the terrifying reality of this man's "family tree."
Nearly twenty daughters.
Dozens of lovers.
Maidservants? Oh no. They weren't just maids—they were queens and princesses from all over Europe, conveniently labeled as "maids" for convenience.
And that wasn't even the worst part.
The "one-night stands for fun" category?
That number was in the thousands.
Thanks to Anran.
Because, why not? That woman casually gifted him women like souvenirs, kidnapping any beautiful one she found and dropping them off like birthday presents.
The realization made them dizzy.
Their gazes shifted to Wenxi, still stroking his hair soothingly, as if he hadn't just committed international-level population expansion.
What does she mean? He was having more of it?
