"Who are you? What do you want?"
Looking at Feng Qingxue, who appeared in front of her, dressed fashionably and looking increasingly beautiful, Tang Xin blurted out, a hint of hostility flashing in her eyes with bags under them.
Feng Qingxue sneered, "I should be asking you why you're stopping my child!"
Tang Xin was infuriated, "Ye Yan is my son, how could he be your child? How dare you speak such nonsense!"
"The child eats at my house, drinks at my house, and this very undershirt he's wearing was bought by me. If he wasn't my child, would I agree to let him live at my house? Would I take him with us from the South Sea to the North? But you, for no reason, are stopping my child, what do you want? Let me tell you, this is the West Mountain compound, not a place for you to act wildly!"
