Yan Huan was about to leave, but she suddenly stopped. She walked over and pressed her hands hard on the table. Her voice was cold and almost devoid of warmth.
“Mr. Su, you’d better not mention Ye Rong again.”
Su Qingdong’s expression changed, but he did not understand what Yan Huan meant?
“What, you don’t understand?”
Yan Huan guessed that his brain was currently at Su Muran’s place, so he did not bring his brain out. In other words, he had forgotten about the most important thing.
“How did my mother leave the Ye family and give birth to me? Does Mr. Su still know?”
Yan Huan would not be polite to Su Qingdong, “If you and Zhu Xianglan didn’t work together to lie to my mother, wanted to beat up the ye family, raped my mother, and then had me, how could my mother have left? How could she have gone from a rich young lady to a single mother? How could she have died so early? It was all because of you, Mr. Su.”
“Guess what ye Jianguo would do if he knew about this?”
