Wang Ye, listening to the middle-aged man's words, mocked, "Since I have acted against you, you should know that your identity has been exposed."
"What are you talking about? What identity of mine has been exposed? Aren't I just the man your father sent?" the middle-aged man, upon hearing Wang Ye's words, feigned confusion.
Su Wanqing also spoke up from the side toward Wang Ye, "Yeah, Wang Ye, he knows where your parents are. How could he possibly be an impostor? You must have misunderstood something."
"Sigh."
Hearing these words from Su Wanqing, Wang Ye sighed, feeling somewhat helpless.
Su Wanqing was too easily deceived.
Even now, she still believed that the middle-aged man was indeed the one her father had sent.
Wang Ye walked toward a cabinet in the room, an old-fashioned piece from decades ago that was not as finely made as today's furniture.
So it looked quite cumbersome.
The space inside was also very large.
