"Aqiao," Mo Yu snapped back to her senses, her eyes wide with panic as she called out urgently.
Just as she took a step forward, the slender figure of a woman blocked her path.
Mo Yu looked up at her, red-eyed and growling, "Ye Jiuliang, what nonsense are you spouting, what Ye Yuan? I don't know him at all."
Ye Jiuliang's tone shifted suddenly, her thoughts leaping ahead, "Aren't you always looking for Leng Yi?"
Mo Yu's ferocious expression froze as she met Ye Jiuliang's meaningful gaze, a sense of dread creeping into the pit of her stomach.
"I am Leng Yi," Ye Jiuliang stated slowly and deliberately.
"Last time I went to your house, I saw that bottle of medicine with Bancou Grass added. Do you know why I would know about Mo Yuan being my father, Ye Yuan?"
She took a slow step forward, prompting Mo Yu to reflexively retreat backward.
