"Master," the leading figure in black hesitated to call out, wanting but not daring to speak.
"Go ahead," the woman said indifferently, glancing at the figure in black.
After looking at his master carefully, he bravely spoke, "Master, if Xiao Yao isn't that woman's child, should we?" He didn't finish the sentence. Did they kill the wrong person? Sixteen years ago, they had never heard that the woman had been pregnant.
"Hmph, there's no mistake. Xiao Yao must be that woman's bastard." Speaking of this, the woman was certain, her hate so extreme that she clenched her teeth, "I never expected she'd quietly give birth to a bastard."
The figure in black bowed his head, no longer speaking.
How much the master hated that person, they all knew.
