Feng Yulan covered her mouth with her hand, looking at Ye Chen, who was hiding in the closet, with a face full of shock and terror. For a moment, she didn't know how to react.
"Auntie, if I say this is all an accident, do you believe me?"
With a gloomy expression on his face, Ye Chen looked at Feng Yulan, his face filled with frustration.
Now he was doomed. Hiding in Fang Yuqi's wardrobe and being discovered by her mother was just like getting mud in his pants, not poop but just as bad.
It was all Fang Yuqi's stupid idea.
In the living room, Fang Zhengguo and Feng Yulan were sitting on the south-facing sofa, while Ye Chen and Fang Yuqi sat on the north-facing one. The atmosphere in the room was eerily calm, but beneath that calmness, there was an indescribable sense of oppression.
