Everyone looked at each other, confused as to why Wen Qingye had suddenly started laughing.
"Little Qi, are you all right?" Yao Clan hurried to Yao Qi's side, asking with concern.
Yao Qi clutched his chest and said in a low voice, "My... my chest feels so tight..."
"It's all right. Auntie has a Sixth-Grade Pill for you. Take this." Yao Clan quickly took out a pill and stuffed it into Yao Qi's mouth.
Wen Qingye watched Yao Clan, shook his head, and chuckled. "Yao Clan, you certainly treat your own son well."
"Wen Qingye, what do you mean by that?" Yao Clan's expression changed, and she stared at Wen Qingye in anger.
Wen Qingye pointed directly at Yao Qi and sneered, "Yao Clan, he's your son with Yao Luojun, isn't he?"
UPROAR!
Wen Qingye's words were like a stone thrown into a calm lake, sending a thousand ripples surging through the crowd.
Yao Luojun's eyes narrowed slightly. He said calmly, "Wen Qingye, you're spouting absolute nonsense."
