It was Ling Yutong.
The voice was soft, as if it was an accidental slip of the tongue, but Ye Shengge still heard it clearly.
She frowned, and hatred, both new and old, bubbled forth. She let go of Ji Shiting's hand and strode over to Ling Yutong.
Ling Yutong had dressed to meet Ji Shiting. She was wearing a loose white sweater and a red dress that made her look a few years younger. However, she still seemed dwarfed by Ye Shengge in her black coat and boots.
She pursed her lips and finally stopped looking miserable.
"Ms. Ling." Ye Shengge smiled, satisfied that she was taller than her. "If I were really a counterfeit, Shiting would've divorced me the moment he saw you. However, he didn't do that. Do you know the reason why?"
"Of course it's because you're shameless." Ling Yutong lifted his chin and sneered. "If it weren't for you, Shiting wouldn't have gotten married."
