Cheng Anya looked indifferent. She was, in fact, calmed. She looked into the eyes of Yang Zekun and nodded. "Yes!"
Struggling would only make her look more dejected. Ning Ning's existence was the best evidence. How would someone smart like Yang Zekun not guess it?
The yellow and dimmed lights of the road lamps shone on Yang Zekun's face, half bright and half dark. His eyelids drooped slightly to hide the hurt in his eyes. Yang Zekun was such an arrogant person. He would not be willing to reveal his weakness in front of someone he loved.
"Actually, I have guessed it long ago. When I first met Ye Chen two years ago, I felt that he looked familiar. I only realized as Ning Ning grew older that he looked like a chip off the old block." Yang Zekun looked up, smiling gently with a trace of bitterness. "I mentioned MBS and Ye Chen a few times, but you had no reaction. I thought it was just a coincidence."
