"You trusted me? Then you trusted the right person."
Zhang Sanfeng's words still rang in Meng Chuan's ears. If he searched the Chat Group's records right now, he could even find them.
But the knife had already gone into his back at that very moment.
Meng Chuan felt exhausted.
Perhaps, when everyone had first joined the Chat Group, he should have taken a different approach.
With his superior strength, he could have played the "all-knowing, all-powerful" figure and bluffed the other Group Members.
Then let's see who would dare raise their voice at him!
How had things come to this, with not a shred of respect for him?
"I didn't. That's not what happened. Don't listen to the True Person's nonsense," Meng Chuan began to explain.
Whatever else happened, he couldn't let a rumor like that spread.
"Mm-hmm, sure, that's exactly how it was. Keep making excuses, Uncle Meng." Ye Fan nodded repeatedly beside him.
Meng Chuan glanced at Ye Fan and made a decision.
"That descendant of mine the True Person mentioned is called Yaoyao. She isn't actually related to me by blood. She belongs to Ye Fan's line."
"In fact, I took her under my wing and looked after her so well in the first place precisely because she was Ye Fan's descendant."
Of course, as they spent time together, Meng Chuan had grown quite fond of Yaoyao.
But when he had first decided to help her, her status as Ye Fan's descendant and a member of the Heavenly Emperor's line had naturally been an important reason.
Meng Chuan wasn't finished. He added casually:
"Oh, right. From what I've observed, although Yaoyao belongs to Ye Fan's line, she isn't descended from Xiao Zi or Xiao Yishui."
"I wonder which new beauty Ye Fan will have that line with