Pinching the report paper with his fingertips, a tremor running through them, Yao Ziye's slender eyebrows furrowed deeply, a corner of his mouth lifted, "I find this matter quite bizarre."
"What's bizarre?" Lu Jun's face tightened.
"Don't you think this fits the pattern we've always had when looking for Nannan? There always seems to be someone blocking us," Yao Ziye said nonchalantly, completely unfazed.
"The paternity test results are out, the samples were taken by ourselves, and yet you still argue like this? Ziye, I'm not trying to be harsh, but have you been bewitched by her?" Cold eyebrows raised sharply, Lu Jun's gaze swept gently over Yao Ziye's unrepentant face before he turned and walked away.
His footsteps hastened as if trying to escape from something.
Yao Ziye caught the image of his retreating back deep in his eyes, understanding in his heart that Lu Jun's words were actually quite mild.
