Wen Tang bit her lower lip, nearly infuriated by her own cowardly nature.
"There's nothing much, I just wanted to ask, whether that child is really Pei Heyan's."
Cao Yinqiong's movements halted, and she bit her lip with a troubled expression.
Wen Tang stood up and moved closer to Cao Yinqiong, "How many months old is the baby?"
"Boy or girl, who's the mother?" She ran through all the female clients in her mind.
She could never pin down a target.
Cao Yinqiong frowned and shook her head, "I'm not clear either."
Wen Tang was skeptical, "You wouldn't be lying to me, would you?"
Cao Yinqiong made her sit back down in front of the couch, "There's no need."
"I'm just following the instructions Pei Heyan gave me."
Wen Tang's eyelids drooped, her mood plummeting.
After a long while, she mustered up the courage to ask, "She must be a very beautiful woman, right?"
Pei Heyan was a man with very high standards in all aspects.
Ordinary women wouldn't catch his eye.
