Zhan Yahui raised her head, breathless as she heard the sound of footsteps entering the room. And as she did so, a presence very different and more imposing than Jun and the twins induced a feeling within her as if she was crushed by a boulder. She observed the handsome but expressionless face of a man where it was obvious from whom his children inherited their features.
She sneered. "Oh, did the spoiled little son call his rich Daddy to solve the problem for him?"
Jian had an urge to wring her neck, but he stopped his violence from breaking out. On his side, Jun couldn't bring the courage to face her but as Ai squeezed his hand in hers, he found his fearful, erratic heartbeats calming down. She knew that only the truth would now set his heart free from any guilt.