"Outrageous!"
Song Anqi shook off his hand and whispered angrily, "Tell me, how did you handle the matter I asked you to take care of six years ago?"
The man's eyes flashed with a hint of guilt, then shamelessly held onto Song Anqi's hand, "What else could I have done? Of course, I handled it as per your request."
Worried that Song Anqi wouldn't believe him, he added, "By the way, who exactly is that woman? How is she better than you, making you go through so much trouble?"
"That's none of your business."
Song Anqi didn't believe him. She forcefully pulled back her hand and pressed on, "Stop beating around the bush with me. Let me tell you, that woman has returned with a son, and the boy is already five years old. If you do the math, he was conceived exactly six years ago that same night. Tell me, is her son yours?"
Song Anqi couldn't believe that Song Yinyin's child belonged to Lu Jihan. She needed to find out the whole truth.
