B*tch, Please Shut Your Mouth!

Yue Tingfeng had never brought up his father to Yan Qingsi. The Yue family seemed to consist of only him and Mrs. Yue. The mother-son relationship was strong and a father figure appeared to be unnecessary.

Yan Qingsi would have thought that Yue Tingfeng's father was dead if it were not for Yue Pengcheng live status.

Yue Pengcheng's words did not anger her. Such insults no longer harmed her, they rolled off her like water.

Yan Qingsi was analyzing the situation. Her eyes glanced at the woman by his side.

She had not observe the woman before. Now, she realized the middle-aged woman had great skin and was around Mrs. Yue's age. The woman exuded an aristocratic aura and had delicate facial features. She gave off the impression as if she was not of this world.

It was easy to picture the woman as an exceptional beauty when she was younger.