"Dad, you, why are you suddenly asking about this?" Ye Mingyao immediately panicked, "How long ago was that? Hasn't it all passed?"
"Passed?" Meng Shiqing frowned, "What exactly is the deal with Nan Zhifeng?"
"Uh…" Ye Mingyao looked utterly confused, "I don't understand what you're talking about?"
"Stop pretending." Meng Shiqing scolded, "When you were about to marry Wanting, I discovered you had a woman on the side, so I had someone look into it. That woman was called Nan Zhiqiu, the daughter of a no-name eighteenth-tier painter named Nan Yuanshan…"
"..."
Ye Mingyao knew Meng Shiqing had recognized Nan Zhifeng.
"This Nan Zhifeng, except for the last character of the name, everything matches up with Nan Zhiqiu's information," Meng Shiqing interrogated directly, "She's that former girlfriend of yours, isn't she? Just changed one character of her name and ended up with your seventh uncle, did you arrange this?"