Wen Nuan was stunned.
The trophy in her arms was so cold it almost froze her skin. It was heavy, as if it were pressing on her heart. For a moment, her mind went blank. The word "child" was like a curse, clutching her throat.
A child of Ye Feimo and Han Bi...
How old was he?
Wen Nuan thought of Cheng Anya. She and Chairman Ye were separated for seven years, and then she came back with a genius little boy. Han Bi and Ye Feimo had also been separated for seven years. Could it be that Han Bi also came back with a child, following in the father's footsteps?
Wen Nuan's face was terrifyingly pale. Han Bi smiled faintly and turned to leave.
"Stop right there!" Wen Nuan heard her own cold voice. Han Bi turned to the side. The two of them were two meters apart, their eyes locked in a silent clash. A hint of gunpowder filled the air. Han Bi looked down at Wen Nuan, with a look of vengeful satisfaction.
