"What did you say, say it again?"
"Xia Weiyi is our daughter, Ye Xixi is our granddaughter... she isn't dead, she isn't dead..."
"I've waited twenty-five years, a full twenty-five years, finally waiting for my daughter to come back to me, and now you want to kill her? Michelle, how can you be so heartless, how can you kill our daughter!"
With the recording played to this point, Alice stopped it.
She stood by the window, quietly waiting, carefully observing the changes in Ye Che's eyes and brows.
The more carefully she watched, the more captivated she became with him.
Ye Che leaned against the wall, the colorful, glass-like radiance dazzling around him, paired with an innate aura of nobility, he looked ever more like a prince stepping out of a painting, so breathtakingly beautiful.
Unfortunately, this man will never belong to her...
She knew fully well, how could a man as clever as Ye Che fail to see through her little tricks and manipulations, her intentions to sow discord?
