"Heard that, my Li Mochan claims he doesn't know you." Ye Jiuliang sat with his legs crossed, his fingertips tapping his knee, the corners of his mouth holding a mocking smile.
"How about this, why don't you tell us how you know Li Mochan, and why you waited until you were heavily pregnant to come knocking?"
Liao Ya looked at Li Mochan with timid eyes, a shimmering tear in her gaze, "Four months ago I went to my friend's birthday party at Futeng Hotel. That night after the party ended a bit late, I happened to pass by a private room just as Fifth Master was coming out, and then..."
Her voice became choked, and she lowered her head, wiping her tears.
Li Mochan's eyes and brows turned frosty, his body emanating a low pressure that made others retreat three feet.
Feeling his displeasure, Ye Jiuliang took his hand, her fingertips gently scratching the palm of his hand.
She lowered her voice and asked, "Mohan, have you been to Futeng Hotel?"
