"You... you're not going to deny it, are you?" Mrs. Ai gathered her courage and confronted Shen Fanyun.
Shen Fanyun sneered, "Deny what?"
His gaze, sharp as a sword, fell upon Ai Jing. Her breath hitched, and her face turned ashen, unable to meet his eyes.
"If you want to stir up trouble, go find someone else. Who do you think you are, putting on an act in front of me?"
Since they were so determined to be shameless, why should he give them any face? Bringing up something completely fabricated with such a straight face... what was there even to negotiate?
"My Jingjing has only been with Bufan during this time," Mrs. Ai stammered. "She hasn't been... intimate... with any other man."
"Are you sure?" Shen Fanyun said.
"With my connections, I can get the hotel records. I can find out exactly who your daughter met, where, and when, even going back a year."
"So, why don't we find out who the real father is?"
Ai Jing was speechless.
