Ye Qiyun was a smart person. As soon as she heard the explanation, she understood, "I knew you wouldn't be so kind. It was all about the money."
"Miss Ye, you shouldn't say that. If it weren't for me taking care of and raising the child, who knows where she might have starved to death by now," Chen Guixiu pursed her lips.
"Until I know whether this child is my daughter, I won't give you a cent unless there is convincing evidence; otherwise, all talks are off." She, Ye Qiyun, was not someone to be easily fooled, especially since she had no memory of the affair. She was no longer the naive little girl who could be easily deceived, and even though she really wanted a daughter, she wouldn't fall into a trap set by someone with ulterior motives.
