Chen Yufei stared coldly at Zhang Yang, her pretty face covered in frost.
Finally, this Zhang Yang dropped the pretense of being aggrieved and showed his true colors.
The real side he possessed was somewhat ugly, which undoubtedly made Chen Yufei feel relieved.
It was a good thing that she had never given in to Zhang Yang all these years; otherwise, her life would have been so sad.
"Chen Yufei, do you think you are still the same person you were five years ago? Five years ago, you could drive the entire Tiandong City wild. With just one word from you, everyone would fall at the hem of your pomegranate dress. But now, you're pregnant without marriage, and nobody knows which wild man you've given your body to. You've become a wilted flower, a willow past its prime. Do you really think there's anyone other than me who still flocks to you, who values and cares for you as they did back then?"
"Being happily called daddy isn't something everyone likes, right?"
