"Your brother hasn't met many people; how could he know?"
Ye Yuandong looked at Su Zhentian on the stage and laughed, "I always thought Su Zhentian was a good-for-nothing, spineless guy, but unexpectedly, in his old age, he dares to pull off something like this. I'm actually somewhat impressed by him now."
"You know her," Ye Xiong replied indifferently.
"Bro, stop joking. I hardly know anyone here, except for your wife..." At this point, Ye Yang's eyes widened in disbelief as he looked at Ye Xiong. "It can't be your wife, can it?"
Ye Xiong did not answer because, at that moment, Yang Xinyi stood up.
Ye Yangyang and Ye Yuandong looked at the standing Yang Xinyi, dumbfounded.
As soon as Yang Xinyi stood up, the gazes of several hundred people in the room fell on her. They all wanted to know what Su Zhentian's daughter was like, what she looked like, and whether or not she would accept Su Zhentian's public acknowledgement of her.
