Meng Yue looked at him as tears streamed down her face, "She was also raised by me, in your eyes, am I that kind of person?"
Bai Zhengyuan's expression softened slightly, but his eyes still brimmed with distrust.
"What exactly are you hiding from me?" Meng Yue's eyes were filled with sorrow, "Is it about Yuejie or is it about Yun Wenwan?"
Bai Zhengyuan's movement stiffened briefly before he, as if touching upon a taboo, immediately retorted, "What Yun Wenwan? Don't spout nonsense! She's long been dead!"
Meng Yue slapped his hand away, her voice filled with grief, "Yes, if it weren't for her being dead, there would be nothing to do with me, not even my daughter whom I've raised for thirty years is my own flesh and blood, if she were still alive..."
"Meng Yue!" Bai Zhengyuan roared lowly, "Don't change the subject, tell me clearly, what do you know!"
