Hatred

"Do you know who Lin Xiaoyue is? What is your mother's name?" Ye Chen asked.

Cheng Anya frowned a little and was slightly displeased. Seeing him unhappy and not saying a word, she wondered why he asked about it. Was it related to someone whom he hated?

"Miss Cheng, I will be able to naturally discover something even if you remain silent. Do you really want me to dig up your past?" Ye Chen coldly warned, his gaze heavy and unpredictable.

Thinking of her darling child Ning Ning, Cheng Anya's heart pounded. Hesitating slightly, she said, "I do not know this Lin Xiaoyue you mentioned. My mother is Chen Nianyun, and she passed away from an illness when I was young. Boss Ye, I do not even recognize my own mother, let alone this Lin Xiaoyue."

Did it even matter?

Ye Chen suspected Cheng Anya was Lin Xiaoyue's daughter, so he took the photograph out to test her and she looked lost.

Perhaps she was just shocked.

Was it just a coincidence?