Ye Chengyuan glared heavily at Ye Weiwei, extremely dissatisfied as he looked at the little girl in her arms, "Your child?"
Ye Weiwei cast her eyes downward with a shallow smile, nodding lightly as if nothing mattered, "Yes, my daughter, born in prison. Cute, isn't she? You two shouldn't look at my daughter that way; people who don't know any better might think my child has something to do with you."
There were many people around, and Ye Chengyuan's gaze at Ye Weiwei was too aggressive indeed, likely to lead to wild speculation and conjure up a scandalous story.
"Scoundrel, what nonsense are you spouting!" Ye Chengyuan couldn't suppress his anger.
Ye Weiwei raised her eyebrows, her gaze shifting towards Jiang Zhanyue, "Mrs. Ye, this is hardly the place for a conversation. Are you sure you want to continue this dialogue here with me?"