"Heh," Ye Chen sneered in sarcasm. "Did you not just see me a few days ago during the class reunion?"
Qi Yu ignored Ye Chen's words and said in a light and unbothered tone, "You made that phone call that night."
"Yes, yes, I did," Ye Chen said. "What do you think about it?"
Qi Yu instantly clenched the cup in his hand until the tips of his fingers turned white, but the expression on his face was still gentle and unbothered. He opened his mouth with a smile on his face, looking very calm as he said, "The deceased aunt would have never thought that one day her most beloved son would actually be a third party that destroys other people's families."
The gentle young man gave Ye Chen a very sharp look at this moment, one that was full of ridicule and faint jealousy.
Ye Chen let out a cold laugh.
If it were in the past, the young Ye Chen might have acted angrily and impulsively when he heard those words, but now he is different from his past self.
