Qiong-Hua Palace's people didn't say anything and just moved directly to the stage. Ye Nantian stood up immediately.
Ye Xiao, who was standing on the stage, looked cold in the eyes. He turned to Ye Nantian with a smile on his face, then waved a hand and blandly said, "Let me take care of it."
Ye Nantian took a deep breath. He didn't look good, but he never interfered with his son's decision. He restrained himself and didn't do anything. He believed his son would never do anything reckless. Since Ye Xiao said he would take care of it, then he certainly would.
The lady who was leading the people of Qiong-Hua Palace flew up slowly, like a cloud of fairies or a patch of snow. She got on the stage in seconds, but she didn't seem to be paying attention to Ye Xiao. She stared at Ye Nantian and coldly said, "Ye Nantian, is this your son?"
Ye Nantian blandly said, "What? Isn't he? Do you think he is your son if you are so sure he is not mine?"
