"Now you understand," He Jingyao said in a light tone, "I haven't even touched a finger of hers."
"But she doesn't seem like she's lying," He Yirong frowned, "I specifically brought this girl here because she has a mild temperament, even a bit weak. She wouldn't speak nonsense without a reason."
He Jingyao sneered, "What does that have to do with me?"
"Come back to Yanzhou City with me and clear up this issue," He Yirong looked at him expressionlessly.
"Impossible," He Jingyao smoothed his brow, appearing to find the whole matter absurd, "Father, no matter why she's saying this, it has nothing to do with me."
"Not necessarily..." He Yirong suddenly gave him a deep look, "I believe that you haven't touched her, but that doesn't mean the child has nothing to do with you."
He Jingyao's gaze darkened, "What do you mean by that?"
