If it were anyone else faced with this situation and scene, they would either flee on the spot, too ashamed to face others, or be left speechless, trying to wash away the injustice against them. But Jiang Feng alone stood unmoved.
Facing the pointing and muttering of countless people around him, the young man simply stopped in his tracks, stood still, his tone calm, but his voice echoed through the entire street.
"Who knows whose bastard child is in your belly!"
"What are you talking about, my Lord? It's obviously your child! Your own flesh and blood!"
Those fox-like eyes hesitated for an instant, flickering with nervousness, anticipation, complexity, and a hint of surprise, as if she hadn't expected Jiang Feng to be able to counterattack in such a situation.
But Jiang just smiled indifferently, his smile tinged with disdain, looking down with the gaze one might use for some kind of animal from a superior position.
"Mine? Bullshit!"
