The three words 'Tan Yihong' turned Pei Chenyang's originally somber expression into an ugly one.
"How can he come to your house?" Pei Chenyang, far from heeding Zhao Mengmeng's wishes, grabbed her by the shoulders and asked with furrowed brows.
Because of jealousy and anger, Pei Chenyang's tone now had an edge of interrogation.
Zhao Mengmeng tightly knitted her brows, "What does it have to do with you? Just go away."
She was now seen as someone who had a "miscarriage" in the eyes of her parents, they definitely would not let her go downstairs to meet Tan Yihong.
Zhao Mengmeng couldn't help but think, if only she had told her parents earlier that she had not had a miscarriage, then she wouldn't be without an excuse to go downstairs now.
But what was Tan Yihong doing here at this time?
