"This is impossible," the crowd was still discussing how formidable the district police forensic scientists were when a sudden cry once again drew everyone's attention.
Pei Ye stared at Meng Tian with disbelief, as if he had never known her, his eyes a mix of familiarity and strangeness.
"Meng Tian, how could you possibly be Mr. Meng's daughter?" Pei Ye ignored the curious gazes of the onlookers and strode towards her.
Ye Yan, fearing he might do something impulsive, was about to shield Meng Tian when she pressed her hand on his shoulder.
She shook her head at her friend and calmly met Pei Ye's frenzied gaze.
"I know you still love me and don't want to marry Yaoyao, but you wouldn't stoop to such despicable means. How did you convince Mr. Meng to pretend to be your father? Yes, you both share the surname Meng..."
A glass of wine was flung in Pei Ye's face, splashing back the rest of his words.
