Wen Nuan was stunned.
The trophy in her arms was so cold that it almost froze her skin, weighing heavily as if it were pressing on her chest. For a moment, Wen Nuan's mind went blank, and the child, like a curse, seized her throat.
Ye Feimo and Han Bi's child...
How old?
Wen Nuan thought of Cheng Anya. She had separated from Chairman Ye for seven years before bringing back a little boy genius. Han Bi and Ye Feimo had also been apart for seven years; could it be that, following the father's footsteps, Han Bi had also brought back a child?
Wen Nuan's face turned deathly pale, terrifying to behold. Han Bi smiled faintly and turned to leave.
"Stop right there!" Wen Nuan heard her own cold voice. Han Bi turned sideways, and the two stood two meters apart, their gazes fiercely clashing in mid-air as if a scent of gunpowder had risen around them. Han Bi looked down on Wen Nuan condescendingly, with a smile of vengeful pleasure.
