Song Enya struggled against his hold as they walked over, but his tight grip on her did not loosen one bit. Only when they had reached the corner did he press her against the wall. He glared at her fiercely, then sneered expressionlessly. "Exactly what tricks are you up to?!"
"Brother Yancheng, what do you mean by that?" asked the lady with tears in her eyes and an innocent look on her face.
"Don't give me that fake, pitiful face! Did you think I wouldn't notice that this expression of yours is just an act? Say it: Exactly where did the baby come from?!"
"What do you mean…"
"I am warning you once more; do not play games with me!"
