Ye Junqing cut off Fu Zhuo's communication and went to take a shower. Just after showering and pushing open the door, stepping out of the bathroom, he saw his own mother, with a stern face, sitting on a chair in his bedroom, looking very intimidating.
"Mom, why aren't you sleeping in the middle of the night? Why are you sitting here?"
Bai Peiluan held up the phone and questioned her son: "You have the nerve to ask? I'm asking you, what's the deal with this child?"
"What child…" Ye Junqing's nonchalant voice stopped abruptly after he glanced over the cell phone screen.
Bai Peiluan was frantic: "You still have the nerve to ask what child? I'm asking if this child was fathered by you? Did you actually father an illegitimate child behind your father's and my back? Junqing, Junqing, can't you use your brain a bit? Don't you understand how much the scandal of an illegitimate child could damage our family's reputation?"
