“Ms. Tang, I think there are many things you may not be clear about, especially what kind of person Pei Jiuye, who has now brought your son home, is.”

Tang Ruanruan bit her lip, glanced at the middle-aged woman, and said in an annoyed tone.

"Of course I know!"

How could she not know?

After all, she had worked as a maid in the Ye family before, so she had naturally heard of the Pei family. Moreover, the man Ye Ningwan married was Pei Fengzhi, the Ninth Master, who had just woken up from a vegetative state.

But as soon as she opened her mouth, her words caught in her throat when she met the middle-aged woman's ambiguous smile, and she couldn't utter a single word.

"Oh."

Tang Ruanruan bit her lip and said nothing more.

Seeing that she was silent, the middle-aged woman handed several documents to Tang Ruanruan, indicating that she should look at them herself.

"There are some things I can't say, but I can assure you that a large part of what we're doing is for your and your child's safety. If you don't believe me, you can look at these documents, which show what Pei Fengzhi has done over the years. If after reading these you still intend to keep asking about our purpose instead of calling the police, then I have no excuses."

Tang Ruanruan took the documents handed to her by the middle-aged woman with suspicion, flipped through a few pages, and saw that they were filled with all sorts of offensive information.

Tang Ruanruan raised her head, instinctively refuting incredulously.

"How is this possible?"

How could she believe that Ye Ningwan had married such a filthy man?