"How could I know?" Luo Manhua glared at her.
"That's the eldest son of your sugar mama Shen Yue'e, Ye Mingyao."
Nan Zhifeng observed her complexion.
"So it's the eldest son, huh? I heard this eldest son is the most promising..." Luo Manhua blurted out, and then tugging at Nan Zhifeng's hair, she cursed, "You little brat, are you mocking me?"
Nan Zhifeng's scalp hurt from the pulling, but she did not resist.
Because she could not yet let Luo Manhua know she was really Nan Zhifeng, not Nan Zhiqiu.
Otherwise, it would affect the investigation of the murderer.
Moreover, once Luo Manhua found out, then the Ye Family could also trace back to her identity.
Just as she was thinking, Nan Zhifeng's cellphone suddenly rang.
It was a call from Ye Zhantian.
Luo Manhua let go of her hair, gesturing for her to answer the phone.
Nan Zhifeng answered the call and turned on the speakerphone: "Hello!"
"Are they giving you a hard time?"
