Wu Long continued eating.
Wen Nuan sat there and started to babble—
"Doesn't Shu Mengmeng look a lot like her mother?"
Wu Long, "..."
Receiving no response, Wen Nuan nodded to herself, "Oh, not answering means she must look alike."
Wu Long's dining movements halted for a moment, "..."
Wen Nuan looked across, resting her chin on both hands, "You say you look at the face of your first love every day, wouldn't you mistake her for your first love?"
Wu Long glanced at Wen Nuan, "..."
Wen Nuan vigorously stabbed the fruit plate with a toothpick, "Ha! Caught you, didn't I?"
Wu Long, "Are you done eating?"
Wen Nuan shook her head, "Not yet, by the way, I suddenly thought of something, didn't your crazy daughter say someone raped her? Could it have been you?"
She silently added in her heart, you shameless old man!
Wu Long stared at Wen Nuan, his gaze fixed, "What did you say? Say it again?"
