"Mhm, as long as it doesn't affect you, that's good. This way, I can also rest easy. Weiwei, I'm very sorry about what happened back then." Ye Chuchu continued.
Ye Weiwei couldn't endure her insincerity, scoffing coldly, "Get lost, I'm not in the mood for your act."
Having said that, Ye Weiwei hung up the phone.
Her mood was actually quite terrible already. What Ye Chuchu said about pushing her into Jin Mengchuan's room, that was pretty much the truth.
The child was Jin Mengchuan's, and the Jin Family would certainly fight for her; she absolutely could not lose her daughter.
Ye Weiwei bit her lip, her complexion growing increasingly ugly.
"Weiwei, maybe that's not the case. You can't take nine and a half out of ten sentences Ye Chuchu says seriously. Let's investigate first, confirm whether it was really Jin Mengchuan in that room back then, and then decide what to do, okay?" Jiang Che held Ye Weiwei's hand and comforted her in a gentle voice.