"Are you looking for Ye the pervert… I mean, are you looking for Mr. Ye? …"
"Haha…" Wen Nuan was about to say to call back later, when laughter erupted on the other end. She was embarrassed—did she say something funny? "Ye the pervert, Miss Wen you have such insight, such depth. He really is a pervert, isn't he?"
Wen Nuan was struck by surprise. What did this have to do with insight or depth? Ye Feimo being a pervert was a consensus, wasn't it?
"Hehe, yes, I think his mother must not have raised him right. He really needs to be stuffed back in and born again, to turn out any semblance of normal because no normal parent can raise such a perverted son." Wen Nuan reiterated very seriously.
"… Actually, a son being a pervert has nothing to do with the mother, really." The kind and friendly voice grew weaker, "He's a mutation."