When Ye Ning's eyes turned cold, they were both alluring and chilling, but accompanied by a hint of menace.
Jiang Yubai felt a bit guilty under her gaze and glanced at Mu Yeli, saying, "Well, since it's been discovered, Ye Ning, it's not Yeli's fault. He was genuinely afraid you'd worry."
"If he was afraid I'd worry, shouldn't he have just told the truth?"
"He noticed you've just had a baby, are physically uncomfortable, and your mood's been erratic. He didn't want to add to your stress."
Mu Yeli looked at Jiang Yubai, "Enough."
He said to Ye Ning, "We'll talk in detail when we get back. Come here first."
The man with the toothpick found this exchange even stranger, but at this moment, his attention remained completely on the electric rod in his hand.
Feeling them talking, she still held onto the electric rod, making him increasingly tense. He angrily looked up and shouted, "Hey, are you done talking, you stinking whore? Let go of me."
Mu Yeli's brows knitted deeply.
