Before Ye Qing could finish speaking, Gu Meng had interrupted him agitatedly. "You're still lying to me! I heard that Brother Fu is already dead!"
Ye Qing's black straight eyebrows furrowed tightly together.
He pursed his thin lips, wanting to explain. However, Gu Meng didn't want to hear him speak anymore, and she said hoarsely, "Ye Qing, if you still have some conscience, please treat my baby well in the future!"
As if he had a feeling of what she was about to do, Ye Qing's pupils constricted terribly. His body instantly tensed up, as if he was a bowstring pulled to its maximum and would break at any moment.
His well-defined and handsome face was no longer calm and cold. As though a crack had struck through it, endless panic and fear hit him like a wave. "Xiaomeng, listen to me…"
