"Your name." The old man spoke, his voice resonating like a thunderous bell, imposing like a mountain.
Truly a person who is accustomed to being in power.
"Ye Ranran."
Ye Ranran knew he must be aware of her name, yet she still fearlessly gave it.
"Why are you here?"
The oppressive atmosphere intensified.
"I am the woman legally married to Jun Mochan…"
Before she could finish her sentence, Ye Ranran felt the air grew thinner, making it increasingly difficult to breathe.
"A lawful marriage? May I know who have witnessed it? Who knows about it?" How daring of her to speak up.
"We have a marriage certificate." Even if he refused to accept, the law recognized.
"If I refuse to acknowledge, with just two marriage certificates, who would believe you when you claim to be the young miss of the Jun family?"